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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Format
Künstler:in
R. Walt Vincent
Bass
Josh Freese
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nate Ruess
Songwriter:in
Sam Means
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Aaron Lepley
Ingenieurassistent:in
Austen Lund
Ingenieurassistent:in
Chuck Bailey
Ingenieurassistent:in
Mike Glines
Ingenieurassistent:in
R. Walt Vincent
Produzent:in
Ben Grosse
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
I can't stand to think about
A heart so big it hurts like hell
Oh my God, I gave my best
But for three whole years to end like this
Well do you want to fall apart
I can't stop if you can't start
Do you want to fall apart
I could if you can try to fix what I've undone
Cause I hate what I've become
You know me,
Or you think you do you, you just don't seem to see
I've been waiting all this time to be
Something I can't define. So let's
Cause a scene
Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,
Yeah something.
I've just got to get myself over me
I could stand to do without
All the people I have left behind
What's the point in going 'round
When it's a straight line baby, a straight line down
So let's make a list of who we need
And it's not much, if anything
Let's make a list of who we need
And we'll throw it away cause we don't need anyone
No, we don't need anyone
You know me,
Or you think you do, you just don't seem to see
I've been waiting all this time to be
Something I can't define. So let's
Cause a scene
Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,
Yeah something.
I've just got to get myself over me
And I hate what I've become
You know the night life is just not for me
'Cause all you really need are a few good friends
I don't want to go out and be on my own
You know they started something I can't stand
You leave for the city, well count me out
'Cause all this time is wasted on
Well, everything I've done
You know me,
Or you think you do you, you just don't seem to see
I've been waiting all this time to be
Something I can't define. So let's
Cause a scene
Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,
Yeah something.
I've just got to get myself over me
You know me,
Or you think you do you, you just don't seem to see
I've been waiting all this time to be
Something I can't define. So let's
Cause a scene
Clap our hands and stomp our feet or something,
Yeah something.
I've just got to get myself over me, yeah
Over me, yeah. Over me.
Writer(s): Nathaniel Joseph Ruess, Samuel Thomas Means
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