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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robots Aren't Real
Robots Aren't Real
Performer
JONILL
JONILL
Keyboards
Damani Okuri
Damani Okuri
Electric Bass Guitar
Poundside Pop
Poundside Pop
Vocals
Tommy Love
Tommy Love
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aziz Smith
Aziz Smith
Composer
Thomas Jeffcoat III
Thomas Jeffcoat III
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tommy Love
Tommy Love
Producer
Ryan Schwabe
Ryan Schwabe
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Wasn't it beautiful from where we once began
In my imagination blueberries and jet planes
Everyone talks about the way it's supposed to end
It ends how it begins
Ain't got no savior or no friends
She don't care who you are
She don't care if you a star
You can drive the fancy cars
We can take the jet to Mars
The world is ours
The world is ours
Ashes spread as we drift into night
If we go up in flames, let it paint the sky with light
Might carve a mountain down a spark lit in the dark
The echoes of our warmth linger after we're gone
The oceans rise and swallow up the brittle land
Reflections of our laughter lost inside that fire and cold rain
Every one talks about what they don't understand
But silence always wins
No god to pray to for amends
She don't care who you are
She don't care if you a star
You can drive the fancy cars
We can take the jet to Mars
The world is ours
The world is ours
Ashes spread as we drift into night
If we go up in flames, let it paint the sky with light
Might carve a mountain down a spark lit in the dark
The echoes of our warmth linger after we're gone
Written by: Aziz Smith, Thomas Jeffcoat III
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