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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Drums
George M Gekas
George M Gekas
Bass
Michael Girardot
Michael Girardot
Trumpet
Robert Ingraham
Robert Ingraham
Saxophone
Zachary Feinberg
Zachary Feinberg
Guitar
David Shaw
David Shaw
Vocals
Ed Williams
Ed Williams
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Songwriter
Robert Ingraham
Robert Ingraham
Composer
Zachary Feinberg
Zachary Feinberg
Composer
Michael Girardot
Michael Girardot
Songwriter
George M Gekas
George M Gekas
Composer
David Shaw
David Shaw
Composer
Ed Williams
Ed Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Ellman
Ben Ellman
Producer
Chris Finney
Chris Finney
Engineer
Dave Cooley
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Jay Wesley
Jay Wesley
Assistant Engineer
Vance Powell
Vance Powell
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This is a stick-up, I'm here for your love
It's comin' with me where I'm goin'
Just keep your distance so we can end this
Without makin' it a headline story
[Verse 2]
You've had your shot, but now we'll do things my way
Her pistol's cocked and the flash was blindin'
[Verse 3]
Do you really wanna live your life inside a wishing well?
You'll be spendin' more than your last dime buyin' shit that ain't for sale
Do you really have to scream I love you to a dial tone at 5 am?
Thinkin' things could never be this good again
Move on alone, move on alone
[Verse 4]
So rub your eyelids, enjoy the silence
'Cause freedom doesn't count for nothing
Give in to hunger 'cause in the jungle
Everybody's stealin' something
[Verse 5]
I'm lookin' back and seein' mass destruction
Covered in ash from your last eruption
[Verse 6]
Do you really wanna live your life inside a wishing well?
You'll be spendin' more than your last dime buyin' shit that ain't for sale
Do you really have to scream I love you to a dial tone at 5 am?
Thinkin' things could never be this good again
Move on alone
[Verse 7]
Do you really wanna live your life inside a wishing well?
You'll be spendin' more than your last dime buyin' shit that ain't for sale
Do you really have to scream I love you to a dial tone at 5 am?
Thinkin' things could never be this good again
Move on alone
Written by: Andrew Stephen Campanelli, David William Shaw, Edward George Williams, George M Gekas, Michael Girardot, Robert Ingraham, Zachary Feinberg
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