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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew MacFarlane
Andrew MacFarlane
Programming
Joe Seaward
Joe Seaward
Drums
Edmund Irwin-Singer
Edmund Irwin-Singer
Programming
David Algernon Bayley
David Algernon Bayley
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Bayley
Dave Bayley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Wiggins
Matt Wiggins
Engineer
Riley MacIntyre
Riley MacIntyre
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Wrench
David Wrench
Mixing Engineer
David Algernon Bayley
David Algernon Bayley
Producer
Marta Salogni
Marta Salogni
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
When I was young and stupid
My love left to be a rock and roll star
He told me, "Please don't worry"
Wise little smile that spoke so safely
He booked a one-way ticket
Out west, that's where they make it
Six kids stuck in a bedsit
To sunswept poolside riches
[Verse 2]
He met a girl who wore Versace
Pink feather coats and jumbo jewelry
Gonna be a hoop phenomenon
He's gonna be Hakeem Olajuwon
He's got a gold Camaro
He said over the payphone
I try and keep my cool but
My life turns in slow motion
[Chorus]
Bye-bye, baby blue
I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush, it's killing you
Screaming at the sun you blow into
Curled up in a grip when we were us
Fingers in a fist like you might run
I settle for a ghost I never knew
Super paradise I held on to
But I settle for a ghost
[Verse 3]
Where I was from, in NOLA
No one left to be a rock and roll star
He'd stay and treat his lady
Give everything to his new baby
I miss him, don't you blame me?
That boy went stone cold crazy
Caught up in camera lust, he's
Chasing that pappy pipe dream
[Bridge]
I know you don't, but I
I know you don't, but I still try
My thunder shook him down
My thunder came and shook him down
That girl is gone, but I
That girl is gone, but I still try
I think it's over now
The bullet hit but maybe not
I feel so fucking numb
It hits my head and I feel numb
My body's looking wrong
My body's looking wrong
My body's looking wrong
[Chorus]
Bye-bye, baby blue
I wish you could see the wicked truth
Caught up in a rush, it's killing you
Screaming at the sun you blow into
Curled up in a grip when we were us
Fingers in a fist like you might run
I settle for a ghost I never knew
Super paradise I held on to
But I settle for a ghost
Written by: Dave Bayley
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