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PERFORMING ARTISTS
hard life
hard life
Performer
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Synthesizer
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Vocals
Lewis Berry
Lewis Berry
Guitar
Sam Hewitt
Sam Hewitt
Saxophone
Oliver Cassidy
Oliver Cassidy
Percussion
Gaia Wise
Gaia Wise
Additional Vocals
Baxter Dury
Baxter Dury
Additional Vocals
Ollie Slaney
Ollie Slaney
Additional Vocals
Ines Dunn
Ines Dunn
Additional Vocals
Christopher Bailey
Christopher Bailey
Additional Vocals
Boo
Boo
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Composer
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Composer
Sam Hewitt
Sam Hewitt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Producer
Flange Jr.
Flange Jr.
Vocal Recording Engineer
Lee Smith
Lee Smith
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Skeletons
[Verse 2]
I've been going out of my mind
'Cause you're giving me way too much adrenaline, hold the line
I heard the little bump in the night
Although it's good on paper, on occasion, we collide, we collide (Skeletons)
[Verse 3]
I'm finding it hard to pass the time without you (Skeletons)
You spell it all out in black and white, I'm down
You've got something dark that I like, but I can't quite put my pinky on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
[Verse 4]
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (Skeletons)
Six feet deep like (Skeletons)
Coulda been so sweet, but (Skeletons)
Fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it's (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
[Verse 5]
Your cards close to your chest
You tell me that it's all for the best
"Just rumours from losers"
What I don't know can't hurt me I guess?
[Verse 6]
I feel the need to question your past
Like how many exes you've had
Our future's all kombucha
But we never trust the weather forecast
[Verse 7]
I'm finding it hard to pass the time without you
You spell it all out in black and white, I'm down
You've got something dark that I like, but I can't quite put my pinky on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
[Verse 8]
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (Skeletons)
Six feet deep like (Skeletons)
Coulda been so sweet, but (Skeletons)
Fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it's (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
[Verse 9]
But I don't wanna be just another one of your skeletons
Your six feet deep like (Skeletons)
Coulda been so sweet, but (Skeletons)
Better fasten your seatbelts
Call the police when I start to believe it's (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Written by: Murray Matravers, Rob Milton, Sam Hewitt
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