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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Format
The Format
Künstler:in
R. Walt Vincent
R. Walt Vincent
Bass
Josh Freese
Josh Freese
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Nate Ruess
Nate Ruess
Songwriter:in
Sam Means
Sam Means
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Aaron Lepley
Aaron Lepley
Ingenieurassistent:in
Austen Lund
Austen Lund
Ingenieurassistent:in
Chuck Bailey
Chuck Bailey
Ingenieurassistent:in
Mike Glines
Mike Glines
Ingenieurassistent:in
R. Walt Vincent
R. Walt Vincent
Produzent:in
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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