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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Wesley Schultz
Wesley Schultz
Stimme und Gesang
David Baron
David Baron
Synthesizer
Jeremiah Fraites
Jeremiah Fraites
Klavier
Byron Isaacs
Byron Isaacs
Bass
Lauren Jacobson
Lauren Jacobson
Begleitgesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Wesley Schultz
Wesley Schultz
Songwriter:in
Jeremiah Fraites
Jeremiah Fraites
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Simone Felice
Simone Felice
Produzent:in
David Baron
David Baron
Mischtechniker:in
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Dylan Nowik
Dylan Nowik
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Ryan Hewitt
Ryan Hewitt
Ingenieur:in
Will DuPree
Will DuPree
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in

Songtexte

Every night I saw you there In your old wicker chair, singing, ooh You were wrong, I was right Didn't matter in a fight, ooh Coffee mug filled it up Always knew what it was, sing, ooh Been on your side for years You could never love without crying, ooh Is she dead, is she fine? Every day, every night Fate has dealt me a lonely blow, I said, ooh Tried to help, it only hurt In the end I made it worse, ooh Is she dead, is she fine? Every day, every night Give back my keys, give back my chair Take back those clothes you always left on the floor You drove me wild, drove me insane Drank the whole bottle, forgot my name All I ever wanted was a mother for the first time Finally I could see you as the leader of the landslide She left, she left, the writing's on the wall Please believe me, I smell the alcohol The only thing I know is that we're in too deep And maybe when she's dead and gone I'll get some sleep You blamed it all on your kids We were young, we were innocent You told me a lie, fuck you for that Fuck all your pride and fuck all your prayers and All this time I waited like a fool and for the first time Finally I can see you as the leader of the landslide She left, she left, the writing's on the wall Please believe me, don't answer when she calls The only thing I know is that we're in too deep And maybe when she's dead and gone I'll get some sleep Out there on my own, I was feeling so alone Like a poltergeist in the afterlife Fading by degrees, I was shaking in the knees In the aftermath of this broken glass Whoa, whoa, whoa
Writer(s): Jeremy Fraites, Wesley Schultz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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