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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Cameron Whitcomb
Cameron Whitcomb
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Cameron Whitcomb
Cameron Whitcomb
Songwriter:in
Cal Shapiro
Cal Shapiro
Songwriter:in
Jack Riley
Jack Riley
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jack Riley
Jack Riley
Produzent:in
Nathan Dantzler
Nathan Dantzler
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Mitch McCarthy
Mitch McCarthy
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I take ski trips in August, and she's wearing linen white I'm forgiving all my foes 'cause I ain't ever been this nice Cold as ice, hot and bothered Co-dependent, just like my father Father gone, but getting closer To smelling that lovely bi-diploma, please Kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight She won't meet me in the middle, but without her, I might die So I walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high So cold that I could see my breath Floating down your silhouette That chokehold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick Remember me so I won't forget That I need a line to call all my friends That chokehold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick I took too much and panicked If I'd run out, I would fall I'm disturbed and overrated Yeah, I can't seem to find the calm And I can hear the police knocking I can swear they're barging in But it's just me, myself and I And all these voices in my head, please Kill me just a little bit so I can feel alive I'll walk on broken glass if it means seeing you tonight She won't meet me in the middle, but without her, I might die So, I walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high So cold that I could see my breath Floating down your silhouette That chokehold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick Remember me so I won't forget That I need a line to call all my friends That chokehold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick Why can't I love on something unless it makes me sick? Oh, and it makes me sick (I can't love on something unless it makes me sick) Thicket's thorn, the brighter patches Winter storm, the fire is ash I kinda played my choices, knowing damn well I am fine To these alleyways and cul-de-sacs From a can of worms and cognac I'll walk a thousand miles, did that hundred mile high So cold that I could see my breath Floating down your silhouette That chokehold that I can't resist No, I can't love on something Unless it makes me sick
Writer(s): Cal Shapiro, Cameron Whitcomb, Jack Riley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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