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London Grammar - Fakest Bitch (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hannah Reid
Hannah Reid
Vocals
Daniel Rothman
Daniel Rothman
Guitar
Dot Major
Dot Major
Keyboards
Seth Tackaberry
Seth Tackaberry
Bass
Tim Bran
Tim Bran
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hannah Reid
Hannah Reid
Songwriter
Daniel Rothman
Daniel Rothman
Songwriter
Dominic Major
Dominic Major
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
London Grammar
London Grammar
Producer
Tim Bran
Tim Bran
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
John Greenham
John Greenham
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Talking about miracles, the fakest bitch in all the world Fingernails that make me curl, uh-huh Given half the chance you'd steal my man, think I'm naive Girl, you can give it up, uh-huh I saw your mom across the road, I feel guilt, and it hurts my soul Maybe if she loved your dad, you'd have the things that you should have had And we'd be friends for real, not popping party pills Uh-huh, uh-huh You always point at me and dance When we're alone, you'll hold my hand People don't change, people stay the same We are what we are, when you're falling apart Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears That you've been fakin', fakin' for years Uh-huh Uh-huh I no longer pick up the telephone, a friendship you will never know The coolest river undisturbed, uh-huh My grandma, a story that she told, never burn yourself to run from cold Believe me, I'd rather be alone than let you turn me into stone But slowly, as you realise I figured out the big surprise There's not really much going on inside, uh-huh You always point at me and dance When we're alone, you hold my hand People don't change, people stay the same We are what we are, when you're falling apart Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears That you've been fakin', fakin' for years And you're at the bar with my boyfriend behind my back You'll say that you were bonding over your panic attacks And I know you get a kick if I react So I'll never react People don't change, they just stay the same We are what we are, when you're falling apart Don't turn to me with the driest, with the driest tears 'Cause you're the fakest, fakest bitch
Writer(s): Daniel Rothman, Dominic Major, Hannah Reid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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