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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Valley
Valley
Performer
Andy Seltzer
Andy Seltzer
Programming
Mike Brandolino
Mike Brandolino
Guitar
Rob Laska
Rob Laska
Guitar
Karah James
Karah James
Drums
Marla Joy
Marla Joy
Background Vocals
Sate
Sate
Background Vocals
Wade Brown
Wade Brown
Background Vocals
Alana Bridgewater
Alana Bridgewater
Background Vocals
Holy Trinity Choir
Holy Trinity Choir
Choir
Alexander DiMauro
Alexander DiMauro
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Brandolino
Michael Brandolino
Composer
Robert Sowinski
Robert Sowinski
Composer
Alexander DiMauro
Alexander DiMauro
Composer
Karah McGillivray
Karah McGillivray
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Seltzer
Andy Seltzer
Producer
Mike Brandolino
Mike Brandolino
Producer
Rob Laska
Rob Laska
Producer
Karah James
Karah James
Producer
Jason Dufour
Jason Dufour
Mixing Engineer
Alexander DiMauro
Alexander DiMauro
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My love, my love, my love, my love, I'm hidin'
I've been useless and starin' away at a crowd on a park bench
Generate my mind, generation mind the silence
C-c-cry on my shoulder, oh, God, I'm getting older, find some balance
[Verse 2]
With your teeth stained white for some other kind
Oh, baby, you talk me in on a modern time
But I'm still stained blue sittin' right next to you
Yeah, in your pocket reach, I'm just currency
[Verse 3]
My love, my love, my love, my love, we're all just crying
On a break of an age, can't help but erase when your gunshots are violent
I guess you can call these hard times, buy your mental state in the grocery aisle
Just to tear some page of a cheap headline
(He's just a silly nutcase you call a good guy)
[Verse 4]
With your teeth stained white for some other kind
Oh, baby, you talk me in on a modern time
But I'm still stained blue sittin' right next to you
Yeah, in your pocket reach, I'm just currency
[Verse 5]
Man, I just gave up tryin', Rob, I just feel like dyin'
In a vertical age, I'll just scroll it away, hung up on a mistake
I wanna know where you're goin', I wanna come and find ya
Holdin' out all your heartache, brushin' it off on a headache
[Verse 6]
My love, my love, my love, my love, we're hidin'
I've been useless and starin' away at a crowd on a park bench
With your teeth stained white for some other kind
Oh, baby, you talk me in on a modern time
But I'm still stained blue sittin' right next to you
Yeah, in your pocket reach, I'm just currency
Written by: Alexander DiMauro, Karah McGillivray, Michael Brandolino, Robert Sowinski
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