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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

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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