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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phoebe Bridgers
Vocals
Julien Baker
Vocals
Lucy Dacus
Vocals
Ethan Gruska
Synthesizer
Christian Lee Hutson
Vocals
Jenny Lee Lindberg
Bass
Conor Oberst
Vocals
Emily Retsas
Bass
Tomberlin
Vocals
Marshall Vore
Drums
Nick White
Piano
Jeroen Vrijhoef
Vocals
Nick Zinner
Electric Guitar
Nathaniel Walcott
Horn
Rob Moose
Strings
Kane Ritchotte
Vocals
Lukas Frank
Vocals
Malcolm McRae
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phoebe Bridgers
Songwriter
Christian Lee Hutson
Songwriter
Conor Oberst
Songwriter
Marshall Vore
Songwriter
Rob Moose
String Arranger
Nathaniel Walcott
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Phoebe Bridgers
Producer
Ethan Gruska
Producer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Tony Berg
Producer
Joseph Lorge
Recording Engineer
Mike Mogis
Mixing Engineer
Will Maclellan
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Somewhere in Germany, but I can't place it
Man, I hate this part of Texas
Close my eyes, fantasize
Three clicks and I'm home
When I get back I'll lay around
Then I'll get up and lay back down
Romanticize a quiet life
There's no place like my room
But you had to go
I know, I know, I know
Like a wave that crashed and melted on the shore
Not even the burnouts are out here anymore
And you had to go
I know, I know, I know
Out in the park, we watch the sunset
Talking on a rusty swing set
After a while you went quiet and I got mean
I'm always pushing you away from me
But you come back with gravity
And when I call, you come home
A bird in your teeth
So I gotta go
I know, I know, I know
When the sirens sound, you'll hide under the floor
But I'm not gonna go down with my hometown in a tornado
I'm gonna chase it
I know, I know, I know
I gotta go now
I know, I know, I know
Driving out into the sun
Let the ultraviolet cover me up
Went looking for a creation myth
Ended up with a pair of cracked lips
Windows down, scream along
To some America First rap, country song
A slaughterhouse, an outlet mall
Slot machines, fear of God
Windows down, heater on
Big bolts of lightning hanging low
Over the coast, everyone's convinced
It's a government drone or an alien spaceship
Either way, we're not alone
I'll find a new place to be from
A haunted house with a picket fence
To float around and ghost my friends
No, I'm not afraid to disappear
The billboard said, "The end is near"
I turned around, there was nothing there
Yeah, I guess the end is here
The end is here
The end is here
The end is here
The end is here
Writer(s): Conor Oberst, Phoebe Bridgers, Marshall Vore, Christian Hutson
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