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This Is How You Spell "HAHAHA, We Destroyed The Hopes And Dreams Of A Generation Of Faux-Romantics"
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Los Campesinos!
Los Campesinos!
Künstler:in
Oliver Briggs
Oliver Briggs
Schlagzeug
Thomas Bromley
Thomas Bromley
Gitarre
Gareth Paisley
Gareth Paisley
Stimme und Gesang
Neil Turner
Neil Turner
Gitarre
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Stimme und Gesang
Harriet Coleman
Harriet Coleman
Geige
Ellen Waddell
Ellen Waddell
Bassgitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Gareth David
Gareth David
Texte
Oliver Briggs
Oliver Briggs
Komponist:in
Thomas Bromley
Thomas Bromley
Arrangeur:in
Gareth Paisley
Gareth Paisley
Arrangeur:in
Neil Turner
Neil Turner
Komponist:in
Team Campesinos!
Team Campesinos!
Komponist:in
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Aleksandra Berditchevskaia
Komponist:in
Harriet Coleman
Harriet Coleman
Komponist:in
Ellen Waddell
Ellen Waddell
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Newfeld
David Newfeld
Produzent:in
John Goodmanson
John Goodmanson
Mischtechniker:in
John Nazario
John Nazario
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Simon Francis
Simon Francis
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
John Davis
John Davis
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

I hate the stench of coffee on your breath And I hate to feel its warmth against my neck And what right do you have to have nightmares about me When all I wanted was to sleep? We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick Cease and desist I left your shallow skin and a note on your kitchen sideboard It read, "I have left you, please never try to find me" This is no existential crisis, just turn your pain into piety And then set your alarm clock for 4am the next morning We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick Cease and desist This is how you spell "HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes And the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics" And I'm pleased, I'm pleased You walk in from your mother's balcony Panda-eyed and freezing cold You bury yourself in my chest to warm I notice the goosebumps on your arms, millions And whether it's because of the numbers of hours Spent laid face down on my bed listening to white noise Or, well, obviously it's not I somehow manage to translate them from Braille And the trails on your skin spoke more to me Than the reams and reams of half finished novels You'd leave lying all over the place And every quotation that dribbled from your mouth Like a final, fatal LiveJournal entry "I know, I am wrong, I am sorry" We have to take the car 'cause the bike's on fire We cannot trust your friends 'cause they were born liars And if you don't exist with hearts the size of a house brick Cease and desist This is how you spell "HAHAHA, I've destroyed the hopes And the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics" And I'm pleased, I'm pleased
Writer(s): Aleksandra Berditchevskaia, Neil Ashley Turner, Tom Bromley, Gareth Paisey, Harriet Coleman, Ellen Waddell, Oliver Briggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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