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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim Crean
Tim Crean
Electric Bass Guitar
Jeremy Silverman
Jeremy Silverman
Drums
Sean Buckley
Sean Buckley
Guitar
Seth Wells
Seth Wells
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Crean
Tim Crean
Songwriter
Jeremy Silverman
Jeremy Silverman
Songwriter
Sean Buckley
Sean Buckley
Songwriter
Seth Wells
Seth Wells
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Crean
Tim Crean
Mixing Engineer
Grady Dionne
Grady Dionne
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Many people, they come around From the sidewalks and underground Your soul predicts the foray Sold your clothes I wish you could stay Fill the room with absent misery Tell yourself "it's hip hypocrisy" You're so late I'd wish to doubt you Saw you laugh I don't know what to do Had you over It was summer It was so late It was over Felt afraid to say Watch it all melt inside of you Fed the fame You thought I'd assume Lock the doors to meet your fake friends Tell it off "One day" comes for you Wrote the song I fake the same virtue It's my favorite shame Had you over It was summer It was so late It was over Felt afraid to say Watch it all melt inside of you Fed the fame You thought I'd assume Lock the doors to meet your fake friends Tell it off "One day" comes for you Wrote the song I fake the same virtue It's my favorite shame
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