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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aaron Fink
Aaron Fink
Guitar
Benjamin Burnley
Benjamin Burnley
Guitar
Jeremy Hummel
Jeremy Hummel
Drums
Mark James Klepaski
Mark James Klepaski
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark James Klepaski
Mark James Klepaski
Composer
Jeremy Hummel
Jeremy Hummel
Composer
Aaron Fink
Aaron Fink
Songwriter
Benjamin Burnley
Benjamin Burnley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ulrich Wild
Ulrich Wild
Producer
Ted Regier
Ted Regier
Assistant Recording Engineer
Alex Reverberi
Alex Reverberi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Wonzer
Chris Wonzer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well I know you don't know the reason
And it's cold, a sign of the season
'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten
And we'll grow, till we hit the ceiling, yeah
[Verse 2]
Well I'll be better, get away
Send a letter, bombs away
[Verse 3]
You're covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
I'm off for the weekend
I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself
[Verse 4]
Well it's gone and it's not returning
And your clothes and pictures are burning
'Cause you're old, and battered and beaten
And we'll grow, till we hit the ceiling, yeah
[Verse 5]
Well I'll be better, get away
Send a letter, bombs away
[Verse 6]
You're covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
I'm off for the weekend
I couldn't imagine why you would save yourself
[Verse 7]
Well I'll be better, get away
Send a letter, bombs away
[Verse 8]
You're covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
I'm off for the weekend
I couldn't imagine anyone else
[Verse 9]
You're covered in my skin
I couldn't imagine anyone else
I'm off for the weekend
Written by: Aaron Fink, Benjamin Burnley, Jeremy Hummel, Mark James Klepaski
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