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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maisie Peters
Background Vocals
Joe Rubel
Programming
Gretta Ray
Background Vocals
Jamie McEvoy
Programming
Joel Peat
Guitar
Christina Hizon
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maisie Peters
Songwriter
Joe Rubel
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joe Rubel
Producer
Matt Wolach
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Gab Strum
Engineer
Jamie McEvoy
Engineer
Robert Sellens
Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Tris Ellis
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Tale as old as honey
A moment everybody knows
Yeah, I'm sure there was heartbreak
Inside the walls of Jericho
I couldn't believe it
How you could just stop wanting me?
You burnt down Easter Island
As if it wasn't sacred, as if it wasn't sacred to me
I've seen it, in the poems and the sands
I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans
I tried to rewrite it but I can't
It's the history, the history of man
She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb
She begs him, he says he doesn't understand
She loves him, more than anyone ever has in the history, the history of man
It's the history of man (yep)
You didn't even falter
Didn't look back once, did you?
So Samson blamed Delilah, but given half the chance I
I would have made him weaker too
Sirens sounded, trumpets blaring
You walked out oh, without sweating
I've seen it, in the poems and the sands
I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans
I tried to rewrite it but I can't
It's the history, the history of man
She stays up, he's sleeping like a lamb
She begs him, he says he doesn't understand
She loves him more than anyone ever has in the history (history)
The history of man
He stole our youth and promised heaven
The men start wars yet Troy hates Helen
Women's hearts are lethal weapons
Did you hold mine and feel threatened?
Hear my lyrics, taste my venom
You are still my great obsession
I've seen it, in the poems and the sands
I've pleaded, with the powers and their plans
I tried to rewrite it but I can't
It's the history (history), the history of man
I stay up, you're sleeping like a lamb
I beg you and you don't understand
I hold on, I try to hold your hand
I save you a seat, and then you say you wanna stand
So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have
It's the history, the history of man
Writer(s): Joe Rubel
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