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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ethan P. Flynn
Ethan P. Flynn
Vocals
Charlie Wayne
Charlie Wayne
Drums
Georgia Ellery
Georgia Ellery
Violin
Isaac Wood
Isaac Wood
Guitar
Lewis Evans
Lewis Evans
Flute
Luke Mark
Luke Mark
Guitar
May Kershaw
May Kershaw
Keyboards
Tyler Hyde
Tyler Hyde
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan P. Flynn
Ethan P. Flynn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ethan P. Flynn
Ethan P. Flynn
Producer
Black Country, New Road
Black Country, New Road
Producer
Simone Lombardi
Simone Lombardi
Engineer

Lyrics

Loose grip on your neck, too much red wine Shouldn't be too long until I see the signs When you tell me to leave, when I leave you behind Shouldn't worry about it when you tell me it's fine I thought I saw you in the film Or on the television show As I lie, I lie so still Well, I'm still a lie you know Blank look on your face, gonna be here all night And you keep on saying how you don't wanna fight Would you stop just to think for a minute and breathe? I just thought never thought you'd really leave Thought I saw her in the film Or on the television show As I lie, I lie so still I never thought you'd really go The thoughts are back in the smoke stack Motion blur turned my heart black I can't look away Baby's on the wing of a plane In the cheese-hole sky London's burning again And you can't save them I could have sworn it was you in the background I got so fat, I was totally round So I couldn't get the sound to work Subpar, folks I really hurt myself, I really hurt myself Trying to get to the monitor To press the button For my last trick, for my last trick For my last trick, for my last trick For my last trick, for my last trick For my last trick, for my last trick Folks, folks Folks, folks Folks
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