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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
C. B. Hudson
C. B. Hudson
Guitar
Jeremy Furstenfeld
Jeremy Furstenfeld
Drums
Justin Furstenfeld
Justin Furstenfeld
Vocals
Matt Noveskey
Matt Noveskey
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Furstenfeld
Justin Furstenfeld
Songwriter
Matt Noveskey
Matt Noveskey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Castell
David Castell
Producer
Justin Furstenfeld
Justin Furstenfeld
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
There's some kind of lie
At the end
When touching the edge of her skin
[Verse 2]
Once so hard to speak, now
So easy to play around
Catching that eye you know
You're that eye that slaps you in your face
'Cause you're a puppy
Well, how do you say, I was
Hypnotized
Hypnotized
[Verse 3]
My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile
[Verse 4]
Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
[Verse 5]
Could you be the one that's not afraid to look me in the eye
I swear, I would collapse if I would tell how I think you fell
From the sky
[Verse 6]
My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile
[Verse 7]
Some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
[Verse 8]
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
[Verse 9]
It's the feeling I get, my palms will sweat
Like some kind of daydream, I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Where does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin
[Verse 10]
It's the feeling I get, my palms will sweat
Like some kind of daydream, I'll never forget
I'm stuck in this spin
Where does it begin
By touching the edge of her skin
[Verse 11]
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
[Verse 12]
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and thin
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
[Verse 13]
Whoa-oah, whoa-oah, whoa-oah-oh
Whoa-oah, whoa-oah, whoa-oah-oh
Whoa-oah, whoa-oah, whoa-oah-oh
Whoa-oah, whoa-oah, whoa-oah-oh
Written by: Justin Furstenfeld, Matt Noveskey
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