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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Julie Doiron
Julie Doiron
Harmony Vocals
Herman Dune
Herman Dune
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Ivar Herman Dune
David Ivar Herman Dune
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Herman Dune
Herman Dune
Producer
Adam Selzer
Adam Selzer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Walk don't run
Don't let them know that you're all alone
Because they'll chase you and throw you stones
Just for fun from behind bastards
Here's a feather I got it from a crow
Put it on your mesh hat I know you like to wear black
Make it straight to the nearest phone and call me
Cause I've been there before and I know what you're made of
You call her a bitch but you wish she was right here
Tell me about how she played you like a fool
Like a rookie
How you've never put your trust in anyone before
And how you're never going to do it again
And if you make sure that there is no one around
I'll tell you a secret Baby
You're right she was the one
And she's never going to come back she's gone
And now you wish you were dead or at least
You could fuck your brains out
Because there's nowhere in the world
You'll stop thinking about her
Written by: David Ivar Herman Dune
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