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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tropic Gold
Tropic Gold
Performer
Jacob Parris
Jacob Parris
Vocals
Joshua Lee
Joshua Lee
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Parris
Jacob Parris
Composer
Joshua Lee
Joshua Lee
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Lee
Joshua Lee
Engineer

Lyrics

I got a feeling that there's something going on inside
My body's telling me that I'm fucked up and not alright
I just pray
I'm okay
But it's not looking good
(Dear father) get me exorcized
Don't wanna talk about it, got nothing left to say
I wanna live with all the dirty things inside of me
I need a reason to stay
'Cause the angels are gone
Can you see it in my face
That nobody's home?
There's nothing left in me
I need a minute to recover
I've just been outside
My face is itching
(Tell me father) will I be alright?
Don't wanna talk about it, got nothing left to say
I wanna live with all the dirty things inside of me
I need a reason to stay
'Cause the angels are gone
Can you see it in my face
That nobody's home?
There's nothing left in me
You're sick and you like that
You're sick and you like that
The doctor goes and says to me
That I'll be better off in therapy
I seize up and I can't speak when they tell me
"You're sick but you like that"
You're sick but you like that, oh
You're sick but you like that
I need a reason to stay
'Cause the angels are gone
Can you see it in my face?
That nobody's home (that nobody's home)
There's nothing left in me
There's nothing left in -
There's nothing left in me
There's nothing left in -
You're sick and you like that
There's nothing left in me
Written by: Jacob Parris, Joshua Lee
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