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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Parker Fans
Parker Fans
Performer
Thomas Geleijnse
Thomas Geleijnse
Keyboards
Kick Kluiving
Kick Kluiving
Vocals
Sem Egter van Wissekerke
Sem Egter van Wissekerke
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Thomas Geleijnse
Thomas Geleijnse
Composer
Kick Kluiving
Kick Kluiving
Composer
Sem Egter van Wissekerke
Sem Egter van Wissekerke
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Geleijnse
Thomas Geleijnse
Producer
Kick Kluiving
Kick Kluiving
Co-Producer
Sem Egter van Wissekerke
Sem Egter van Wissekerke
Co-Producer
Pieter Vonk
Pieter Vonk
Mixing Engineer
Frederik Dejongh
Frederik Dejongh
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Look at the print of your lips on a cheek
We gather in the middle
I need a team, you need some envy
To fuck it up
Under my skin it’s full of bandage
My breath makes birds fall
There’s no grass, looking for grip
I have to push myself in
Why you
Why you
My head is in a pool of fish, I can’t distinguish
Why you
Why you
The one with the golden skin, makes me blink
Why you
Why you
Your tail against my lips, its going to itch
Why you
Why you
And even If I crush your head, you’re still there
Im drawing the shape of the back of my head automated handling
I tighten my muscles, a white shuffle
I dance on it
Give in to the sun, the bubbling heat
The mesmerising beach
I need to let it grow, ‘cause I know
I have to push myself in
Why you
Why you
My head is in a pool of fish, I can’t distinguish
Why you
Why you
The one with the golden skin, makes me blink
Why you
Why you
Your tail against my lips, its going to itch
Why you
Why you
And even If I crush your head, you’re still there
Written by: Kick Kluiving, Sem Egter van Wissekerke, Thomas Geleijnse
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