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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ian Richard Devaney
Ian Richard Devaney
Lead Vocals
Nation of Language
Nation of Language
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Richard Devaney
Ian Richard Devaney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Heba Kadry
Heba Kadry
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Early in the morning
I cry for better times
Chest wide, bleeding all kinds of light
But the feeling I could live without a registry
Has been afforded me for such a long time
And I'll try to find an end
Try to shine for a while
So now we find ourselves in the waiting room of history
And hate ourselves for being so blind
I'm so naive it's like they came up from behind me
And they gouged me in the eyes
So now we're holding hands through this absurdity
And it seems as though the world is in decline
We're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
Of a different kind of life
[Instrumental]
Pray we'll find our common sense
Pray we'll find our hearts in all of this
They said be fair, give him one more try
But he checks all of the boxes of a racist troglodyte
Darker dusk, the night still
They say come with us, before you get yourself killed
So now we're holding hands through this absurdity
And it seems as though the world is in decline
We're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
Of a different kind of life
[Instrumental]
So now we find ourselves in the waiting room of history
And hate ourselves for being so blind
[Instrumental]
So now we're holding hands through this absurdity
And it seems as though the world is in decline
We're in between stations, but we still hear the bells
Of a different kind of life
Of a different kind of life (Of a different, of a different kind of life)
Of a different kind of life (Of a different, of a different kind of life)
Written by: Ian Richard Devaney
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