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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
hard life
Künstler:in
Rob Milton
Synthesizer
Murray Matravers
Stimme und Gesang
Lewis Berry
Gitarre
Sam Hewitt
Saxofon
Oliver Cassidy
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Gaia Wise
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Baxter Dury
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Ollie Slaney
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Ines Dunn
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Christopher Bailey
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Boo
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rob Milton
Komponist:in
Murray Matravers
Komponist:in
Sam Hewitt
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Rob Milton
Produzent:in
Flange Jr.
Tontechniker:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
Lee Smith
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Bozzi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
Skeletons
I've been going out of my mind
'Cause you're giving way too much adrenaline, hold the line
I heard a little bump in the night
Although it's good on paper
On occasion we collide (we collide)
Skeletons
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 pinkie on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (skeletons)
Six-feet deep like (skeletons)
Could've been so sweet but (skеletons)
Fasten your seatbеlts, call the police when I start to believe it (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
Your cards close to your chest (chest)
You tell me that it's all for the best (best)
Just rumours, from losers
What I don't know can't hurt me I guess
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
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 pinkie on it
Got a good appetite for a bad reputation
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (skeletons)
Six-feet deep like (skeletons)
Could've been so sweet but (skeletons)
Fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it (skeletons)
Everybody round here's got (skeletons)
Everybody round here's got (skeletons)
One at a time, they all appear
But I don't wanna be just another one of your (skeletons)
You're six-feet deep like (skeletons)
Could've been so sweet but (skeletons)
Better fasten your seatbelts, call the police when I start to believe it (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got (skeletons)
Everybody 'round here's got
Skeletons
Writer(s): Robert James Milton, Samuel Edward Hewitt, Murray Cameron Matravers
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