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Dance Gavin Dance - Strawberry's Wake (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
Tilian Pearson
Tilian Pearson
Composer
Matt Mingus
Matt Mingus
Composer
Jon Mess
Jon Mess
Composer
Will Swan
Will Swan
Composer
Tim Feerick
Tim Feerick
Composer
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

I'm lost again Where have my friends all gone? Been chasing stars so long that home feels like a distant memory Guess I can turn my woes into familiar melodies Hey, I wanna set up shop Reach in and grab that mop Clean up the past, say "I'm sorry" Hey, I wanna eat my fear Fingers, they go in ears La-la-la liberated 10.000 words cling to photos of memories Can't tell what hurts, but you know I'm the enemy Everybody sins, everybody's volatile Everybody doubts decisions when they're vulnerable Nobody's perfect, but everyone's searching, I'm sure Roll the windows down, let the breeze blow heavy Turn the music loud, let the fever come alive Gotta feel that sound when the blood pumps steady Can't drag you down, come alive I want you to matter to you Forget those backstabbers I want you to matter to you Forget those backstabbers They say "Don't get caught up in regret, learn from Everything you've lost, let go of all you've done" Everybody sins, everybody's volatile Everybody doubts decisions when they're vulnerable Nobody's perfect, but everyone's searching, I'm sure Hey, I wanna set up shop Reach in and grab that mop Clean up the past, say "I'm sorry" Hey, I wanna eat my fear Fingers, they go in ears La-la-la liberated Roll the windows down, let the breeze blow heavy Turn the music loud, let the fever come alive Gotta feel that sound when the blood pumps steady Can't drag you down, come alive I want you to matter to you Forget those backstabbers I want you to matter to you Forget those backstabbers If you feel your feelings, let the feelings heal your fucked up mind Put your palms to the sky And if you need some healing, let the feelings open up your mind Put your palms to the sky If you feel your feelings, let the feelings heal your fucked up mind Put your palms to the sky And if you need some healing, let the feelings open up your mind Put your palms to the sky
Writer(s): Matthew James Mingus, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Timothy Thomas Feerick, Tilian Pearson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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