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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rotem Fisher
Rotem Fisher
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daphne Gale
Daphne Gale
Songwriter
Federico D. Buffa
Federico D. Buffa
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daphne Gale
Daphne Gale
Producer
Fedbo
Fedbo
Producer
Nicky Young
Nicky Young
Mixing Engineer
Will Bennett
Will Bennett
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Baking in the heat of a teen sun Summer's gonna bleed me dry if I leave this street, let the colors run I don't need a shoulder, I just wanna peek at what's to come Caught it in my throat and I could breathe for once I'll depart when the park is overrun Bad faith in your good graces Green grass seems miles away And yet you take up all the public places Sparrow up ahead like a sinew Fighting from a hunter's bite in the wide set eyes it was born to I don't need a shock to the system I just want a clear, clear view Caught it in my throat that I don't need you I'll depart when the park is overrun Open heart baby i'm not here for fun Bad faith in your good graces Green grass seems miles away And yet you take up all the public places (You're wearing off) How hollow, only I could know (You're wearing off on me) (Wearing off, on and off) How hollow, only I could Only I could
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