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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Formal Sppeedwear
Formal Sppeedwear
Künstler:in
Beck Clewlow
Beck Clewlow
Bassgitarre
Charlie Ball
Charlie Ball
Gitarre
Connor Wells
Connor Wells
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Formal Sppeedwear
Formal Sppeedwear
Songwriter:in
Beck Clewlow
Beck Clewlow
Komponist:in
Charlie Ball
Charlie Ball
Komponist:in
Connor Wells
Connor Wells
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Formal Sppeedwear
Formal Sppeedwear
Produzent:in
Beck Clewlow
Beck Clewlow
Produzent:in

Letras

Straight to it
Through the wall
I’ve not felt so sure before
But when things look so simple
Is where kicks get beaten on
Parse that sensation
Lift it from your life
Too much happen-less
Too much not left behind, better
Ditch course machinate
Bump and collide
I could not believe it when you opened my eyes
Shift course invitation, turning inside
“Well I’ll just be leaving, but”
As I start leaving it calls…
Once again
Once again
Count me out
Once again… no
It’s too far along, these hots keep piling on
Wait
What do I want
Wait
Look it up and down once
You wanna wrestle me or do me harm
You’re pencilled in, you’re in the shot
Pulling hair
Make the cut
This is opportunity calling and…
There’s one question I wanna ask him
How can I do me wrong
How could it do me harm
If hatchet gets a new hide
If hatchet gets a new hide
It’s like some voodoo effect
Some curiosity
You put new hassle here with
Its sharp philosophy
Wait
Secure limits
As it gets hot as hell
You get to work
It is endearing it’s like turning out the light
You put your arm into it
Ike feel belonging somewhere
You know this already but you’re wasting your time
Like in a vision
Like out in the mire
Can’t shut that fever out
I’m feeling it climb
I feel amusement arrive
What was that you told me?
Ditch course machinate
Bump and collide
I could not believe it when you opened my eyes
Shift course invitation, turning inside
“Well I’ll just be leaving, but”
As I start leaving it calls…
Once again
Once again
Count me out
Once again… no
It’s too far along
Written by: Formal Sppeedwear
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