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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Gitarre
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Stimme und Gesang
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Bassgitarre
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Songwriter:in
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Songwriter:in
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Songwriter:in
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Mischtechniker:in
Scott Skrzynski
Scott Skrzynski
Ingenieurassistent:in
Steve McLaughlin
Steve McLaughlin
Ingenieur:in
Thea Prevalsky
Thea Prevalsky
Ingenieurassistent:in

Songtexte

When you ask how I've been I know you mean well, I know you mean well Who am I dialing tonight? That's a bummer Thaw out my freezer, burn feelings for 20 summers I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky Screaming at the stars like night lights And I love my life, I love my life Running middle fingers through the red lights And I guess I'm getting older 'cause I'm less pissed When I can't get onto the guest list To the end of the world, the end of the world Fever-dream tangerine sweat When I get down, down Silent killers are these years coming like waves (You put the "fun" into dysfunction) Hold me, hold me like a grudge The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up, whoa Faster and faster, can't do it on my own Part-time soulmate, full-time problem, yeah So hold me like a grudge Hold me like a grudge, yeah, yeah Hold me like a grudge Hold me like a grudge I guess somehow we made it back With a few dreams of ours still intact I am a diamond on the inside, just add the pressure Know it's inside me, but I got no map to my own treasure I'm just a cherub riding comets through the night sky Screaming at the stars like night lights And I love my life, I love my life Running middle fingers through the red lights And I guess I'm getting bolder 'cause I'm less pissed We didn't make it to your year-end best list Not the end of the world, the end of the world Fever-dream tangerine sweat When I get down, down Silent killers are these years coming like waves (You put the "fun" into dysfunction) Hold me, hold me like a grudge The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up, whoa Faster and faster, can't do it on my own Part-time soulmate, full-time problem, yeah So hold me like a grudge Hold me like a grudge, yeah, yeah Hold me like a grudge Hold me like a grudge I thought I knew better, I thought it would get better I figured somehow by now, I would have got it together And if you put your, put your heart in it, heart in it Then we'll do more than just get by together, yeah Call you up and demand you have no fun without me I'm like a storm on the horizon, storm on the horizon (You put the "fun" into dysfunction) Hold me, hold me like a grudge The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up, whoa Faster and faster, can't do it on my own Part-time soulmate, full-time problem, yeah Hold me like a grudge (no, oh, no) Hold me like a grudge (hold me), yeah, yeah Hold me like a grudge, hold me Hold me like a grudge Hold me like a, hold me like a grudge
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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