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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
hard life
hard life
Künstler:in
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Synthesizer
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Stimme und Gesang
Lewis Berry
Lewis Berry
Gitarre
Sam Hewitt
Sam Hewitt
Saxofon
Oliver Cassidy
Oliver Cassidy
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Gaia Wise
Gaia Wise
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Baxter Dury
Baxter Dury
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Ollie Slaney
Ollie Slaney
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Ines Dunn
Ines Dunn
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Christopher Bailey
Christopher Bailey
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Boo
Boo
Zusätzlicher Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Komponist:in
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Komponist:in
Sam Hewitt
Sam Hewitt
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Produzent:in
Flange Jr.
Flange Jr.
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Lee Smith
Lee Smith
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Skeletons
[Verse 2]
I've been going out of my mind
'Cause you're giving me way too much adrenaline, hold the line
I heard the little bump in the night
Although it's good on paper, on occasion, we collide, we collide (Skeletons)
[Verse 3]
I'm finding it hard to pass the time without you (Skeletons)
You spell it all out in black and white, I'm down
You've got something dark that I like, but I can't quite put my pinky on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
[Verse 4]
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (Skeletons)
Six feet deep like (Skeletons)
Coulda been so sweet, but (Skeletons)
Fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it's (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
[Verse 5]
Your cards close to your chest
You tell me that it's all for the best
"Just rumours from losers"
What I don't know can't hurt me I guess?
[Verse 6]
I feel the need to question your past
Like how many exes you've had
Our future's all kombucha
But we never trust the weather forecast
[Verse 7]
I'm finding it hard to pass the time without you
You spell it all out in black and white, I'm down
You've got something dark that I like, but I can't quite put my pinky on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
[Verse 8]
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (Skeletons)
Six feet deep like (Skeletons)
Coulda been so sweet, but (Skeletons)
Fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it's (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
[Verse 9]
But I don't wanna be just another one of your skeletons
Your six feet deep like (Skeletons)
Coulda been so sweet, but (Skeletons)
Better fasten your seatbelts
Call the police when I start to believe it's (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (Skeletons)
Written by: Murray Matravers, Rob Milton, Sam Hewitt
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