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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Low Flying Panic Attack
The Low Flying Panic Attack
Performer
Javier Martin Balsa
Javier Martin Balsa
Programming
Marta Brandariz Gomez
Marta Brandariz Gomez
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javier Martin Balsa
Javier Martin Balsa
Songwriter
Marta Brandariz Gomez
Marta Brandariz Gomez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Javier Martin Balsa
Javier Martin Balsa
Producer
Ed is Dead
Ed is Dead
Mastering Engineer
SLATIN
SLATIN
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Leather shoes
Like they’d know what is classy
Bag full of notes
In the back of my chassis
I had to shine, the pride of bourgeoisie Now I’d trade my crown for some sanity
Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower
I’m breaking up again, I don’t remember when It happened really fast I swear
It felt like they could never care at all,
At all...
Yeah, I know, there were moments that I tried But the words don’t come to mind
Are those the answers that I want?
So, it’s all, not sure, I’m really gone
It all feels close but maybe not
And all could be a shadow overtaking parts of me
And I don’t know, I’m really gone
It all feels close but maybe not
I guess it’s hard not to pretend, you’re ending up as nobody
Leather shoes
Like they’d know what is classy
Bag full of notes
In the back of my chassis
I had to shine, the pride of bourgeoisie Now I’d trade my crown for some sanity
Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower
So, it’s all, not sure, I’m really gone
It all feels close but maybe not
And all could be a shadow overgrowing in me
And I don’t know, I’m really gone
It all feels close but maybe not
I guess it’s hard not to pretend, you’re ending up as nobody
So, it’s all, not sure, I’m really gone It all feels close but maybe not...
So, it’s all, not sure, I’m really gone It all feels close but maybe not...
Leather shoes
Like they’d know what is classy
Bag full of notes
In the back of my chassis
I had to shine, the pride of bourgeoisie Now I’d trade my crown for some sanity
Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower Living in fear as the cold’s creeping closer Living in fear as my weight pulls me lower
Written by: Javier Martin Balsa, Marta Brandariz Gomez
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