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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Courting
Courting
Performer
Sean Thomas
Sean Thomas
Drums
Connor McCann
Connor McCann
Bass Guitar
Josh Cope
Josh Cope
Electric Guitar
Sean Murphy-O'Neill
Sean Murphy-O'Neill
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Thomas
Sean Thomas
Composer
Connor McCann
Connor McCann
Composer
Josh Cope
Josh Cope
Composer
Sean Murphy-O'Neill
Sean Murphy-O'Neill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Murphy-O'Neill
Sean Murphy-O'Neill
Producer
James Dring
James Dring
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

In the flesh, non-fiction, Siamese Between a credit card, I lean I wrote letters, you seemed keen Come here and meet me two cities over please Hey big star, the consolation prize Is behind a paywall you can peek behind And there I was, by the Rolodex Thank God for X-Ray glasses Now I can see all the keratin Tell me where the story ends Yeah, tell me where the story ends Yeah, tell me where the story ends Yeah, tell me where the story ends Yeah, tell me where the story ends And I'm not wearing my perfect eyes And I hoped that we'd stay out tonight And I'm not wearing my perfect eyes And I hoped that we'd stay out tonight Yeah, I'm not wearing my perfect eyes And I hoped that we'd stay out tonight Yeah, I hoped that we'd stay out tonight Yeah, I hoped that we'd stay out tonight Yeah, I hoped that we'd stay out tonight Yeah, I hoped that we'd stay out tonight I got a job at the good end factory, I was retired in a week 'Cause it was minimum wage and the pension didn't pay out half what it should've been So now I'm back to counting seconds 'til my face hits the concrete "What are we doing in this call bar?" You should just blow me a kiss Don't you wanna fuck a big, big star? You could tie me down like this She said, "Tell me 'bout the tears under your eyes, is there something that I missed?" Well, I was never a star, I lied I only wanted to stay the night I just thought it might be nice, I guess And then she took me by the hand, and she said, "Let's" Well, half an hour passes, and two people stare at me in the mirror I've never spared a thought of God for more than one second, but I think I'm a believer So when she told me to close my eyes for a second, I just couldn't quite believe her And then I noticed a .45 on the nightstand sitting country sentimental Then she took me right there by my right hand, I said, "God, just please be gentle" And she said, "I know a place where we can both go", and she pushed it to my temple, and I-
Writer(s): Sean Matthew Thomas, Sean Murphy-o'neill, Connor Jordan Mccann, Joshua Cope Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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