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The Neighbourhood - Paradise (Official Audio)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Brandon Fried
Brandon Fried
Schlagzeug
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Rhythmusgitarre
Jesse®
Jesse®
Stimme und Gesang
Lars Stalfors
Lars Stalfors
Programmierung
Michael Margott
Michael Margott
Bassgitarre
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Leadgitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jesse®
Jesse®
Songwriter:in
Lars Stalfors
Lars Stalfors
Songwriter:in
Zachary Abels
Zachary Abels
Songwriter:in
Jeremy Freedman
Jeremy Freedman
Songwriter:in
Brandon Fried
Brandon Fried
Songwriter:in
Michael Margott
Michael Margott
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Lars Stalfors
Lars Stalfors
Mischtechniker:in
Dave Cerminara
Dave Cerminara
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Miro Mackie
Miro Mackie
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Letra

No matter where you go, you'll never have control No one makes it out alive, no one makes it out alive In paradise Picture you in summertime Drinking white wine, an empty girl Told me that you'll see me And I see ya and I really wanna believe ya, I do Singing blues, no shoes on Strumming in the sun and you've got your feet up I remember when you used to tell me that you'd find your freedom It was hard to believe ya 'Cause you never feel enough, it never fills you up And if lying on an island is the closest that you'll come Then run, go ahead, have fun, run No matter where you go (Doesn't matter where you go) You'll never have control (no, no, no, no) Woke up feeling paralyzed (yeah) No one makes it out alive (yeah) In paradise (yeah) Picture me in the major leagues Living in a dream that I created, mhm I wrote my own books so I never had to read your pages I've got no patience for that anyway Sensations don't mean anything If I can just have everything Some days I think I'll run away What would I even do if I made it? I just keep on fading 'cause I never feel enough, it never fills me up I'm climbing up a giant rock, I'll never reach the top But I can't stop, I can't stop, so No matter where I go (Doesn't matter where I go, no, no) I'll never have control (Never ever have it under) Woke up feeling paralyzed (yeah) No one makes it out alive (yeah) In paradise (yeah) Paralyzed (yeah) No one makes it out alive (yeah) In paradise (yeah) With your band of brothers Band-band of brothers And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it With your band of brothers Band-band-band With, with your band, band of brothers And when we pull up in the Phantom, the fans gon' love it
Writer(s): Allen Toussaint, Lars Stalfors, Jesse J Rutherford, Zach Shane Abels, Jeremy Allen Freedman, Michael Blake Margott, Brandon Fried Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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