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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrible Sons
Terrible Sons
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lauren Barus
Lauren Barus
Songwriter
Matthew Barus
Matthew Barus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Edwards
Ben Edwards
Producer
David Long
David Long
Producer
Ben Delaney
Ben Delaney
Engineer

Lyrics

Maybe I won’t find you
White ribbon tied around your arms
But you don’t leave anything left to chance
With your bloody hands
Slipping thru the curfew
Throw your back out with the weight
You, couldn’t - sit back/feet up/wait
Leave unopened doors
Sun repeat your cycle
The morning brings relief to some
Stop - your voice- disappearin’ so fast
Never touch the ground
The city but a shadow
The birds have come to build their roost
You could/ light me a fat cigar
And I’ll probably choke
Father are you lonely?
The kids have got a lot to bear
He tried to - wrap you up so tight
Like a hungry man
My name is not important
I did what someone else can do
So Step aside son - this time
I am never done
Man, where do you come from?
Are all the men so strong?
Muscles in the tip of their tongues
Guns and Amazonian mums
I’m over all the bare lots
Do we always have to be so square?
I dream a - mil -lion lego-en-gin-eers
Stacking paradise
Maybe I won’t find you
White ribbon tied around your arms
But you don’t leave anything left to chance
With your bloody hands
Written by: Lauren Barus, Matthew Barus
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