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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Revivalists
The Revivalists
Performer
Zack Feinberg
Zack Feinberg
Guitar
Ed Williams
Ed Williams
Pedal Steel Guitar
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Drums
Michael Girardot
Michael Girardot
Keyboards
George M Gekas
George M Gekas
Drums
David William Shaw
David William Shaw
Vocals
Robert Ingraham
Robert Ingraham
Saxophone
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
Zack Feinberg
Zack Feinberg
Producer
Ed Williams
Ed Williams
Producer
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Producer
Michael Girardot
Michael Girardot
Producer
Adam Grover
Adam Grover
Mastering Engineer
George M Gekas
George M Gekas
Producer
David William Shaw
David William Shaw
Producer
Robert Ingraham
Robert Ingraham
Producer

Lyrics

This is a stick up, I’m here for your love
It’s coming with me where I’m going
Just keep your distance so we can end this
Without making it a headline story
You’ve had your shot but now we’ll do things my way
Her pistols cocked and the flash was blinding
Do you really wanna live your life inside a wishing well
You’ll be spending more than your last dime buying shit that ain’t for sale
Do you really have to scream I love you to a dial tone at 5 am
Thinking things could never be this good again
Move on alone
Move on alone
So rub your eyelids, enjoy the silence
Cuz freedom doesn’t count for nothing
Give in to hunger cuz in the jungle
Everybody’s stealing something
I'm looking back and seeing mass destruction
Covered in ash from your last eruption
Do you really wanna live your life inside a wishing well
You’ll be spending more than your last dime buying shit that ain’t for sale
Do you really have to scream I love you to a dial tone at 5 am
Thinking things could never be this good again
Move on alone
Do you really wanna live your life inside a wishing well
You’ll be spending more than your last dime buying shit that ain’t for sale
Do you really have to scream I love you to a dial tone at 5 am
Thinking 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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