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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Child of Prague
Child of Prague
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack McDonnell
Jack McDonnell
Songwriter
Adam Tracey
Adam Tracey
Songwriter
Amelia Durac
Amelia Durac
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jack McDonnell
Jack McDonnell
Producer

Lyrics

As I turn my insides out
Maybe I should shut my mouth
To dam the flow would save me face
But rushing thoughts would tear right through
And the watershed would be disgraced
And the rising doubts would scare you too
And my filling head would not keep pace
Top-heavy like I'm holding the
Blue of the sky on my shoulders
I'm feeling like I'm 'bout ten years older
And I'm freaking out
'Cause it hurts to bend down
Like the feathers in my jacket are sticking out
Fold me in like a pocket
Or the knife it holds
To cut away the mold
From the edges of my apple
Fingers stick and ants crawl in the gravel
Just to get a taste
Of your lovely face
As I turn my insides out
Maybe I should shut my mouth
To dam the flow would save me face
But rushing thoughts would tear right through
And the watershed
Would be disgraced
Written by: Adam Tracey, Amelia Durac, Jack McDonnell
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