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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Vanns
Lead Vocals
Cameron Little
Electric Bass Guitar
Tom Switlek
Bass Guitar
Andrew Banovich
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Vanns
Composer
Cameron Little
Composer
Tom Switlek
Composer
Andrew Banovich
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Vanns
Producer
Chris Collins
Producer
Lyrics
Did you believe that life?
Did they catch you red-handed?
Did it take all night
To get outta your head?
You came out for the weekend
And you're dancing while they're sleeping alone
We're all terrified of something
You seem terrified of nothing
It's such a slow burn, right?
To be living out regrets
In real time
An addiction to the faults
Yeah, that's kinda your default
It takes living on the edge
To become a living legend
There's not a doubt in my mind
You are the last of your kind
You let the other ones shine
That's a display of your kindness
You want the finest of wine
You want it all of the time
Though it's hard to stand by
You are the last of your kind
You tried to leave that life
But it caught you red-handed
Oh, with your fist in the air, you'd be running for weeks
I'll be honest with ya, but it's tongue in cheek
So what's different?
C'mon, tell me what's missing
We're all terrified of something
There's not a doubt in my mind
You are the last of your kind
You let the other ones shine
That's a display of your kindness
You want the finest of wine
Yeah, you want it all of the time
Though it's hard to stand by
You are the last of your kind
Take my hand, take me home
I can't stand these people
Cheap cut white and diesel
What's the point of it?
Take my hand, take me home
I can't stand these people
Cheap cut white and diesel
Take my hand, take me home
I can't stand these people
Cheap cut white and diesel
You are the last of your kind
Take my hand, take me home
I can't stand these people
Cheap cut white and diesel
You are the last of your kind
Written by: Andrew Banovich, Cameron Little, James Vann, Tom Switlek