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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Adam Paquette
Adam Paquette
Drums
Brett Emmons
Brett Emmons
Vocals
Chris Huot
Chris Huot
Bass
Jay Emmons
Jay Emmons
Guitar
Chris Koster
Chris Koster
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Paquette
Adam Paquette
Songwriter
Brett Emmons
Brett Emmons
Songwriter
Christopher Huot
Christopher Huot
Songwriter
Christopher Koster
Christopher Koster
Songwriter
Jay Emmons
Jay Emmons
Songwriter
Frederik Thaae
Frederik Thaae
Songwriter
Ryan Spraker
Ryan Spraker
Songwriter
Tom Peyton
Tom Peyton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matty Green
Matty Green
Mixing Engineer
Harry Hess
Harry Hess
Mastering Engineer
Fast Friends
Fast Friends
Producer
Fast Friends
Fast Friends
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, I spent all my money on a pack of cigarettes
For a lady that I love with the name I forget
That night I taught her how to laugh
She taught me how to slow dance
I tried to take her home, she said "You don't stand a chance"
I'm the closest thing my mother had to a daughter
I used to be ashamed of that but now I'm kind of flattered
I learn that my weakness is a weapon anyway
So I haven't touched a pretty thing in forty days
[Verse 2]
Everything is alright
If only for the night
I forgot what it feels like
[Verse 3]
I set out on a dream that I couldn't understand
It made me happy, sad, love, lonely and I don't know what I had
A few too many favors from a few to many fake friends
I wake up in the afternoon and do it all again
Yeah, I punched a man on his wedding night
I'm still tryna figure out how to apologize
I learned that morning light can't fix nothing anyways
So I haven't touched a pretty thing in forty days
[Verse 4]
Everything is alright
If only for the night
I forgot what it feels like
Everything is alright
If only for the night
I forgot what it feels like
[Verse 5]
Oh, oh, oh (Can you feel it, baby?)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh (Can you feel it, baby?)
Oh, oh, oh (I feel it coming through)
[Verse 6]
Everything is alright
If only for the night
I forgot what it feels like
Everything is alright
If only for the night
I forgot what it feels like
[Verse 7]
I spent all my money on a pack of cigarettes
For a lady that I love with the name I forget
And I learned that morning I can't fix nothing anyways
So I haven't touched a pretty thing in forty days
Written by: Adam Paquette, Brett Emmons, Christopher Huot, Christopher Koster, Composer Author Unknown, Fast Friends, Frederik Thaae, Jay Emmons, Ryan Spraker, Tom Peyton
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