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PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Black
James Black
Guitar
Richard Beddoe
Richard Beddoe
Drums
Rick Jackett
Rick Jackett
Guitar
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Vocals
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Black
James Black
Songwriter
Richard Beddoe
Richard Beddoe
Songwriter
Rick Jackett
Rick Jackett
Songwriter
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Scott "Angry" Anderson
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny K
Johnny K
Producer
Justin Wilk
Justin Wilk
Additional Engineer
Tadpole
Tadpole
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I hold on so nervously to me and my drink I wish it was coolin' me But so far has not been good, it's been shitty And I feel awkward as I should This club has got to be the most pretentious thing Since I thought of you and me Well, I am imagining a dark-lit place Or your place, or my place Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move because you're standing still If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you I hold out for one more drink before I think I'm lookin' too desperately But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home If one thing really means one This club will hopefully (will hopefully) be closed in three weeks (three weeks) That would be cool with me Well, I'm still imagining a dark-lit place Or your place, or my place Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move because you're standing still If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move because you're standing still If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you Not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move because you're standing still If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you You'll probably move right through me on my way to you You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
Writer(s): Robert Anderson, James Black, Richard Jackett, Sean Anderson, Richard Beddoe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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