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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dirty Nil
The Dirty Nil
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Dirty Nil
The Dirty Nil
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Goodmanson
John Goodmanson
Mixing Engineer
Troy Glessner
Troy Glessner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Lying on a mattress in another fuckin' cheap motel
Thinking 'bout the last time I saw you and I felt compelled
To have some drinks and tell you things like how my life without you stings
Like Arizona in the summer, constantly melting my ice cream, bummer
[Verse 2]
And the things that I wanna say are just a nine digit call away
You're never gonna hear 'em, no, but I'll tell 'em to you though
[Verse 3]
I'm halfway to Hell
It's called Super 8 Motel
And though I cannot tell
I'm sure you're doin' well
[Verse 4]
If you ever think of me, I just hope that you can maybe see
Some charm within the trash fire, it's hard enough I see your face
In everything I drink and write, on the sleeve I'm happy
But you know very well
[Verse 5]
I'm halfway to Hell
It's called Super 8 Motel
And though I cannot tell
I'm sure you're doin' well
Sure you're doin' well
Sure you're doin' well
I'm sure you're doin' well
Written by: The Dirty Nil
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