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Dance Gavin Dance - Son Of Robot (Tree City Sessions 2)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Vocals
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Drums
Dance Gavin Dance
Dance Gavin Dance
Performer
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Vocals
Will Swan
Will Swan
Guitar
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Songwriter
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Songwriter
Will Swan
Will Swan
Songwriter
Matthew Mingus
Matthew Mingus
Songwriter
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Producer
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Producer
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Producer
Kris Crummet
Kris Crummet
Recording Engineer
Will Swan
Will Swan
Producer
Josh Benton
Josh Benton
Recording Engineer
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Producer

Lyrics

How, how could we forget about you? The summoner, the centerfold, successor to the brood Of all the iterations, yeah, you're the sickest dude Fighting cow, how could we forget about you? Say you don't hate me for nothing Hate me for falling out of reach Hate me for something Never knew that you could be so lonely, lonely Running out of feelings so pretend you can be lonely, lonely Stuck in your mind Can't let it go What hurts you the most Is I wasn't there to beg you "Baby, don't go" Put on a show Light it up, light it up No, it's not a phase It's the way that she combs my hair Never wake, never wake from this coma How, how could we forget about you? The summoner, the centerfold, successor to the brood Of all the iterations, yeah, you're the sickest dude Fighting cow, how could we forget about you? Light it up for us, show me the way you're growing Your catharsis is beautiful, I wish I could be you Show up at the ball with your doo-doo faced babe The robot with human hair is dead, but gets laid That's why he's got all these kids on the way His son's a girl named baby swirl that loves to swang his blade Can't let it go What hurts you the most Is I wasn't there to beg you "Baby, don't go" Put on a show Light it up, light it up No, it's not a phase It's the way that she combs my hair Never wake, never wake from this coma Light it up for us, show me the way you're growing Your catharsis is beautiful, brighter How I wish I could touch you Feel you, breathe you, be just like you
Writer(s): Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tillian Pearson, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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