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Pretty Lies

Written by Reynaldo Peter Mesa Jr.
Published by Reynaldo Peter Mesa, Jr. Publishing Designee (BMI)
Produced by Junior Mesa
Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Claps by Junior Mesa
Flute by Ruben “Ruby” Lopez
Drums by Junior Mesa and Ruben “Ruby” Lopez
Engineered by Junior Mesa
Recorded at Nicotine Corndog Studios
Mixed by Ricky Reed at Elysian Park
Mastered by Daddy Kev at Cosmic Zoo

Lyrics:
I remember running through the open skies
And your love had me hypnotized

But everything I touch becomes a wrecking ball
And everyone I trust seems to do me wrong

So you can’t blame me
If it’s hard for me to get the hint
Ohh baby I’m losing my grip

I used to think that everything
Was what it was
Until I saw you with another one

Oh and just maybe
Just maybe it helped me out
But now I hardly even trust myself

So you can’t blame me
If I don’t understand why I’m not it
Ohh baby I’m losing my grip

Now when i look back, on better days
I think about the way
that the world seemed great
but now i’m lost

So you can’t blame me
If I don’t understand why I’m not it
Ohh baby I’m losing my grip

I’m losing my grip

Slow Dances

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