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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ben Sargeant
Bass Guitar
Andrew Frampton
Keyboards
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Sarah Sexton
Violin
Debbie Widdup
Violin
Sally Jackson
Violin
Jenny Sacha
Violin
Hayley Pomfrett
Violin
Kerenza Peacock
Violin
Eleanor Stanford
Violin
Polly Wiltshire
Viola
Bryony James
Cello
Stephen Mair
Double Bass
Daniel O'Donoghue
Vocals
Emma Owens
Viola
Glen Power
Drums
Mark Sheehan
Guitar
Roise Danvers
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Sheehan
Songwriter
Steve Kipner
Songwriter
Andrew Frampton
Songwriter
Daniel O'Donoghue
Songwriter
Roise Danvers
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel O'Donoghue
Producer
Mark Sheehan
Producer
Steve Kipner
Producer
Andrew Frampton
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Matt Green
Assistant Engineer
David Emery
Assistant Engineer
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
You've read the books, you've watched the shows
What's the best way, no one knows, yeah
Meditate, yeah, hypnotized
Anything to take it from your mind
But it won't go
You're doing all these things out of desperation
You're going through six degrees of separation
You hit the drink, you take a toke
Watch the past go up in smoke
You fake a smile, you lie and say
You're better now than ever and your life's ok
Well it's not, no
You're doing all these things out of desperation
You're going through six degrees of separation
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
You tell your friends, yeah, strangers too
Anyone who will throw an arm around you
Tarot cards, gems and stones
Believing all that shit's gonna heal your soul
Well it's not, no
You're only doing things out of desperation
You're going through six degrees of separation
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, Is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
Oh no there's no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That's when you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation
Oh no there's no starting over
Without finding closure
You take them back no hesitation
That's how you know you've reached the sixth degree of separation
First, you think the worst is a broken heart
What's gonna kill you is the second part
And the third, is when your world splits down the middle
And fourth, you're gonna think that you've fixed yourself
Fifth, you see them out with someone else
And the sixth, is when you admit that you may have fucked up a little
No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
You're going through six degrees of separation
No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
You're going through six degrees of separation
No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself
No, no there ain't no help, it's every man for himself (you're going through six degrees of seperation)
Writer(s): Daniel John O'donoghue, Stephen Alan Kipner, Mark Anthony Sheehan, Andrew Frampton
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