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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maria Jane Smith
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maria Jane Smith
Composer
Joakim Berg
Composer
David Mørup
Composer
Jake Fine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Maria Jane Smith
Producer
David Mørup
Producer
Michael Ilbert
Mixing Engineer
Idania Valencia
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Out of concrete walls we show up
In abusive homes we grow up
We let older friends raise us
While teachers eyes rate us
We are chameleons
Many times comedians
You better grow a fast and a sharp tongue
To bounce those jokes about your weird mom
It's macaroni in a teapot
Cuz mamas too depressed to wake up
It's fishfingers in the toaster
Look the kids they made you dinner
It's learning early how to down shots
It's looking other places for love
It's losing hard on strip poker
And keeping an eye over your shoulder
You and me
We are dandelions
Walls will crumble
Dust will pave the streets
But we will blossom through the concrete
We've lived a hundred lives
And we'll live a hundred more before we leave
Yeah, we will blossom through the concrete
Through polluted soil we're blooming
In forgotten tunnel crossings
We are the evening flowers
With superhero powers
They call us broken ones
But we are the dandelions
You better grow a fast and a sharp tongue
To bounce those jokes about your weird mom
It's macaroni in a teapot
Cuz mamas too depressed to wake up
It's fishfingers in the toaster
Look the kids they made you dinner
It's learning early how to down shots
It's looking other places for love
It's losing hard on strip poker
And keeping an eye over your shoulder
You and me
We are dandelions
Walls will crumble
Dust will pave the streets
But we will blossom through the concrete
We've lived a hundred lives
And we'll live a hundred more before we leave
Yeah, we will blossom through the concrete
(We will blossom through the concrete)
(We will blossom through the concrete)
(We will blossom through the concrete)
Working shifts, wearing scrubs, carrying wedges and
Truthfully a little rough around the edges and
Usually it's the pain that reflects in them
Turning in to their silver lining
Most the time no we don't really notice them
When looking for cars they look out for pedestrians
Beat ourselves black and blue just to find them
Now I know they grow wild in the garden
Written by: David Mørup, Jacob Henry Feingold, Jake Fine, Joakim Berg, Maria Jane Smith