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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gang of Youths
Gang of Youths
Performer
David Leaupepe
David Leaupepe
Vocals
Jane Scarpantoni
Jane Scarpantoni
Cello
James Felice
James Felice
Piano
Sam O'Donnell
Sam O'Donnell
Drums
Max Dunn
Max Dunn
Bass
Joji Malani
Joji Malani
Guitar
Jung Kim
Jung Kim
Guitar
Kevin McMahon
Kevin McMahon
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Leaupepe
David Leaupepe
Composer
Jane Scarpantoni
Jane Scarpantoni
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin McMahon
Kevin McMahon
Producer
Peter Holz
Peter Holz
Additional Producer
Adrian Breakspear
Adrian Breakspear
Additional Producer
Peter Katis
Peter Katis
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Your body cold, but there's vital signs
And they picked your name out from the line
The sweetest thing assurance buys
Is the lesser deep and dark as our demise
Taken now, into the dust
They broke into your pickup truck
And I see the lights surrounding us
This city's like the only thing I trust
[Verse 2]
So it's back to life
Growing still beneath the dark, whoa
And we can run or we can try, or we can find
Find a way to dive
To dive
To dive
[Verse 3]
And no one's dying at your age
And this whole county is a cage
Of borderlines and bitter rage
It's coming for us now, this final thing
What is pain, if there's a lot?
And I found a wife and I found a job
Oh, when the money comes, the money stops
They're coming for us now that the money's gone
[Verse 4]
So it's back to life
Growing still beneath my soul
We can run or we can try, or we can find
Find a way to dive
To dive
To dive
When I just want to see some vital signs
[Verse 5]
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
We were taught to fall asleep
And shut our eyes from everything
And see the way our little hearts
Could beat away the scary parts
Now we're old and full of life
And full of fear with little time
And we are ill, but that's today
Tomorrow, "ill" could go away
And something, somewhere
Called home
Paces back and forth, oh ohhh
[Verse 6]
Your body cold, but there's vital signs
And they picked your name out from the line
The sweetest thing assurance buys
Is the lesser deep and dark as our demise
[Verse 7]
And I will feed you with my own two hands
And I will feed you with my own two hands
Written by: David Le'aupepe
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