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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cordovas
Cordovas
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Firstman
Joe Firstman
Composer
Lucca Soria
Lucca Soria
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cory Hanson
Cory Hanson
Mixing Engineer
Robbie Cody
Robbie Cody
Mixing Engineer
Mike Esser
Mike Esser
Recording Engineer
Doug Van Sloun
Doug Van Sloun
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well do not deny the painful, the wise
The black horseflies buzzing 'round your ears
Embrace your M.O., brand new round gold
The ways you've made up for all your lost years
Tell him you love him, never acting above him
And you finally have broke yourself down
Your friends will ask, "Why did you stop?"
And I'll bet you change the way you talk
Bet you change the way you talk
Childhood was firewood for what you burnt up
In that city apartment alone
The lost good of I could've, I know I stood there
So cold and quiet like a stone
Dry heaving in the backseat
Never got rich off the songs that he sings
But this guitar player still dreams you into a waltz
So I bet you change the way you talk
Bet you change the way you talk
Street talk, small talk, blinded like a shortstop
Falling back into the glare
He's bleeding, he's dying, ain't nobody buying it
But you, and you just don't care
Why do you cover your eyes Every time I appear?
Just don't tell 'em that it's all your fault
I bet you change the way you talk
I bet you change the way you talk
I bet you change the way you talk
I bet you change the way you talk
Written by: Joe Firstman, Lucca Soria
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