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PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Whiting
James Whiting
Horn
The Fat City Horns
The Fat City Horns
Horn
Alex Pall
Alex Pall
Programming
Andrew Taggart
Andrew Taggart
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Taggart
Andrew Taggart
Songwriter
Alex Pall
Alex Pall
Songwriter
James Whiting
James Whiting
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Chainsmokers
The Chainsmokers
Producer
Ian Kirkpatrick
Ian Kirkpatrick
Producer
Jordan Stilwell
Jordan Stilwell
Mixing Engineer
Michelle Mancini
Michelle Mancini
Mastering Engineer
Adam Alpert
Adam Alpert
Executive Producer

Lyrics

I go through your iPad lookin' for Something that I used to have Guess I finally lost my mind I wish that I could take my number back Go back to the place we met Start this up a second time You're living in a past life, 25 All your friends are verified Acting like they're first in line I'm looking at your life through cellophane Hoping things would stay the same I was always by your side And isn't it strange how we're strangers again? Isn't it strange how we're strangers again? And now we're strangers again And now we're strangers again You were just a downtown socialite Ship I pass on summer nights Shadow that I can't define Turned into a gaslight kerosene Love that felt like seventeen Hurt me 'til I feel alive I wonder where your friends are Where you go? Who you know now? You play the same card, swear to God, do you call him? Isn't it strange how we're strangers again? And now we're strangers again And now we're strangers again You were just a downtown socialite Ship I pass on summer nights Shadow that I can't define Turned into a gaslight kerosene Love that felt like 17 Hurt me 'til I feel alive Isn't it strange how we're strangers again? Now both of us know, we were better as friends When it all, yeah, when it all falls apart Sometimes you let go just to know where to start Something that I used to have Something that I used to have Something that I used to have And now we're strangers again Something that I used to have You were just a downtown socialite Ship I pass on summer nights Shadow that I can't define Turned into a gaslight kerosene Love that felt like 17 Hurt me 'til I feel alive
Writer(s): Andrew Taggart, Alex Pall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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