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Those Without - C.O.A.C.O (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

Stream our new single "GOOD THYME" on your preferred Music Streaming Service here: https://music.thosewithoutofficial.co... -- Here is our new song C.O.A.C.O! Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/1HTnN... Instagram:   / thosewithout   Facebook:   / thosewithoutband   A huge thank you to everyone that helped us make this release possible! Video: Benito Skarp, Adam Isaksson Editing: Benito skarp The music was recorded, mixed and mastered by Ludvig Ottosson Lyrics: Eighteen and caught up In parties and concerts No clue where it brings me No signs of our conscience My father ain't happy With everything happening Around me, I'm practically breaking myself down But I have got no problem Seeing where it brought us Would I be here today if I Threw myself into this world without you Left to rot inside the nearest shitty motel room Woke up with stains on my sweater Too many drinks, I can't remember Where I was or how i got home Bruised up, ripped my jeans on the sidewalk 13 voicemails on her phone where I talk ‘Bout how I’m not fucked up at all, hoping you’ll enjoy the show Always sick and feeling numb Where did this stomach ache come from Don’t want to be here anymore, I need to feel like I belong So I’ll throw myself into this world without you Caught me throwing up outside your vacant hotel room Woke up with stains on my sweater Too many drinks, I can't remember Where I was or how i got home Bruised up, ripped my jeans on the sidewalk 13 voicemails on her phone where I talk ‘Bout how I’m not fucked up at all, hoping you’ll enjoy the show Low percentage on my phone, I’m still drunk and on my own Remembered as I heard your voice, echoing throughout the noise Low percentage on my phone, I’m still drunk and on my own Woke up with stains on my sweater Too many drinks, I can't remember Where I was or how i got home Woke up with stains on my sweater Too many drinks, I can't remember Where I was or how i got home Bruised up, ripped my jeans on the sidewalk 13 voicemails on her phone where I talk ‘Bout how I’m not fucked up at all, hoping you’ll enjoy the show Woke up with stains on my sweater [No I’m not fucked up at all] Too many drinks, I can't remember [No I’m not fucked up at all] Where I was or how i got home [No I’m not fucked up at all] Woke up with stains on my sweater [No I’m not fucked up at all] Too many drinks, I can't remember [No I’m not fucked up at all] Where I was or how i got home But I’m not fucked up at all