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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Los Campesinos!
Los Campesinos!
Performer
Oliver Briggs
Oliver Briggs
Drums
Thomas Bromley
Thomas Bromley
Guitar
Gareth Paisley
Gareth Paisley
Vocals
Neil Turner
Neil Turner
Guitar
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Vocals
Harriet Coleman
Harriet Coleman
Violin
Ellen Waddell
Ellen Waddell
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gareth David
Gareth David
Lyrics
Oliver Briggs
Oliver Briggs
Composer
Thomas Bromley
Thomas Bromley
Arranger
Gareth Paisley
Gareth Paisley
Arranger
Neil Turner
Neil Turner
Composer
Team Campesinos!
Team Campesinos!
Composer
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Composer
Harriet Coleman
Harriet Coleman
Composer
Ellen Waddell
Ellen Waddell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Newfeld
David Newfeld
Producer
John Goodmanson
John Goodmanson
Mixing Engineer
John Nazario
John Nazario
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Simon Francis
Simon Francis
Mastering Engineer
John Davis
John Davis
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I hate the stench of coffee on your breath And I hate to feel its warmth against my neck And what right do you have to have nightmares about me When all I wanted was to sleep? We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick Cease and desist I left your shallow skin and a note on your kitchen sideboard It read, "I have left you, please never try to find me" This is no existential crisis, just turn your pain into piety And then set your alarm clock for 4am the next morning We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick Cease and desist This is how you spell "HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes And the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics" And I'm pleased, I'm pleased You walk in from your mother's balcony Panda-eyed and freezing cold You bury yourself in my chest to warm I notice the goosebumps on your arms, millions And whether it's because of the numbers of hours Spent laid face down on my bed listening to white noise Or, well, obviously it's not I somehow manage to translate them from Braille And the trails on your skin spoke more to me Than the reams and reams of half finished novels You'd leave lying all over the place And every quotation that dribbled from your mouth Like a final, fatal LiveJournal entry "I know, I am wrong, I am sorry" We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick Cease and desist This is how you spell "HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes And the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics" And I'm pleased, I'm pleased
Writer(s): Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Neil Ashley Turner, Tom Bromley, Gareth Paisey, Harriet Coleman, Ellen Waddell, Oliver Briggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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