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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Odell
Tom Odell
Piano
Max Goff
Max Goff
Bass Guitar
Max Clilverd
Max Clilverd
Guitar
Andy Burrows
Andy Burrows
Drums
Jim Abbiss
Jim Abbiss
Programming
Liam Howe
Liam Howe
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Odell
Tom Odell
Songwriter
Dean Josiah
Dean Josiah
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Odell
Tom Odell
Producer
Dean Josiah
Dean Josiah
Producer
Inflo
Inflo
Producer
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Mixing Engineer
Steve Vealey
Steve Vealey
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joseph Rodgers
Joseph Rodgers
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

Got me in my hotel room More pillows I could ever use I think they call it luxury But it doesn't make a difference to me 'Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my Staring at the picture on the wall Yeah it's pretty clever but it's got no soul Show me your masterpiece And it wouldn't make difference to me 'Cause I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my I see all these aeroplanes But just wanna walk Baby, it's happening But I just wanna talk So baby, won't you come back Oh I need something real I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheets Your feet rubbing up against my I sleep on a bed that's made of concrete Just the two of us and no sheet Just your feet rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my Oh rubbing up against my Rubbing up against my
Writer(s): Tom Peter Odell, Dean Cover Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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