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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Typesetter
Typesetter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Palermo
Alex Palermo
Composer
Kyle McDonald
Kyle McDonald
Composer
Marc Bannes
Marc Bannes
Composer
Matt Gonzalez
Matt Gonzalez
Composer
Sarah Bogosh
Sarah Bogosh
Composer

Lyrics

You could say it was an accident
You could say it just got out of hand
You could say it's what you really want
But you're caught in the guilt and the shame again
All the parts, they just didn’t fit
Well they might one day but they haven’t yet
You could tell them that you’re sorry again
And we can all pretend to forgive and forget
Fucking Viva, fucking assholes
I don't need a thing to thing to atone
You had to be there to let it happen
Fucking Viva, look out heaven
It’s not all bad It’s just truth hidden
Matter of fact you’ll get used to it
You’ll be warmer than you’ve ever been and
You can thank me later when we meet again
Remember feelings until they all turned hard?
Remember ideals and purpose until they fell apart?
You could say the engine just wouldn’t start
And you’re stuck and stalled in the carpark
Well fucking Viva, fucking assholes
I don't need a thing to thing to atone
You had to be there to let it happen
Fucking Viva, look out heaven
Of course it's empty
And hell is freezing
I never listened or paid attention
I guess it figures, you’re bored and leaving
Fuckin' Viva, deleted
You go
Just fuck off Viva
You go
Just fuck off Viva
You go (You go)
Just fuck off Viva
You go (You go)
Just fuck off Viva
You go
Written by: Alex Palermo, Kyle McDonald, Marc Bannes, Matt Gonzalez, Sarah Bogosh
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