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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JOHN (TIMESTWO)
JOHN (TIMESTWO)
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Henry Newton
John Henry Newton
Composer
Johnathan Healey
Johnathan Healey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Henry Newton
John Henry Newton
Producer
Johnathan Healey
Johnathan Healey
Producer

Lyrics

There's a ghost inside between the pink and cyan, I
Blame his guts for my failed desires
Prints a page of worth in the first person scrawl
Enough to convince them I'm a fraud
Please believe me
I'm being honest in my self
But his words they don't do me justice
Banged my head on a wall
Thought about what a future holds
I'm his scapegoat, I'm a scapegoat
Paced around
And calibrate
Before I'm losing half my faith
No sense of a logic
No sense of a sense
As he digs my textual grave
Paced around
And calibrate
Before I'm losing all my faith
No sense of a logic
No sense of a sense
As he digs my textual grave
Written by: John Henry Newton, Johnathan Healey
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