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PERFORMING ARTISTS
BOY SODA
BOY SODA
Performer
Brae Luafalealo
Brae Luafalealo
Vocals
Finbar Stuart
Finbar Stuart
Keyboards
Ned Olive
Ned Olive
Alto Saxophone
Lailahni Tagivetaua
Lailahni Tagivetaua
Bass
John Stuart
John Stuart
Congas
Hugo Rumore
Hugo Rumore
Drums
Nikodimos Paleologoudias
Nikodimos Paleologoudias
Saxophone
Anthony Rositano
Anthony Rositano
Tenor Saxophone
Sarah Purdon
Sarah Purdon
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brae Luafalealo
Brae Luafalealo
Composer
Finbar Stuart
Finbar Stuart
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Finbar Stuart
Finbar Stuart
Producer
Chunkyluv
Chunkyluv
Mastering Engineer
Nicolás Mendoza
Nicolás Mendoza
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Big summer, the longest we been a part of
They say that shit every year, it appears that it's getting hotter
Take your sweater off, tie your knots, the past is catching up to us
The wind, she blows a gale and now your hair is burning angel dust
World burning, the clock turning, we out of luck
Time thin and the pockets thinner, the act is up
Baby, kiss me, apocalyptic
Every zombie, they think they're a fucking critic
[Chorus]
Blink twice and you're a mile away
And you ain't gotta think twice for you to hear what they say
But the difference between hearing and listening is infinite
And conviction ain't the same as convincing
So hear me, don't listen
[PostChorus]
Blink twice and you're a mile away
And you ain't gotta, oh, blink twice for you to hear what they say, say, say
[Verse 2]
Living in isolation, your eyes are the property
Of every pixel they find and attention that they police
So please miss me with misinformity
The devils that be forming be arriving in forms of "we"
And you and I like everyone, we talked about it
Going off the grid before the global power outage
"Don't you worry, nothing's coming" is what you'll tell the kids
But your stomach says you don't believe that, not a bit
So let's kiss, baby, it might be the final moon
The last that we'll ever see and the first of many to bloom
When the winter comes, it turns out we weren't doomed
I pull up on you with urgency with that sweater for you
But for now, take it off
You with me, let your shoulders drop
Don't you blink the time away, won't you just arrive today?
All you have to do is burn your freckles near the tide today, yeah (Easy, baby)
[Chorus]
Baby, don't you blink twice and you're a mile away
And you ain't gotta think twice for you to hear what they say
But the difference between hearing and listening is infinite
And conviction ain't the same as convincing
So hear me, don't listen
Written by: Brae Luafalealo, Finbar Stuart
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