Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carlton McDowell
Carlton McDowell
Background Vocals
Jonatan Leandoer
Jonatan Leandoer
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rami Dawod
Rami Dawod
Songwriter
Dylan Wiggins
Dylan Wiggins
Songwriter
Carlton McDowell
Carlton McDowell
Songwriter
reece weinberg
reece weinberg
Songwriter
Jonatan Leandoer
Jonatan Leandoer
Songwriter
Ellen Åkerman
Ellen Åkerman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rami Dawod
Rami Dawod
Producer
Dylan Wiggins
Dylan Wiggins
Producer
Carlton McDowell
Carlton McDowell
Producer
reece weinberg
reece weinberg
Producer
Sören Von Malmborg
Sören Von Malmborg
Mastering Engineer

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Like a red desert, you ride on all day
You made me up to be out of papier-mâché
Gave me plastic hands and eyes of glass
Clock has a heart with vulgar romance
Down Desire Avenue, you pushed me bright
Fed me with pills and lullabies every night
Dissolved in front of your enchanting thighs
You laughed manically with your green stoned eyes
The future now is not very far
Now you paint with fragments of a shattered heart
Played myself like I could play guitar
Every Desire Avenue has a new start
Like a red desert, you ride on all day
You made me up to be out of papier-mâché
Gave me plastic hands and eyes of glass
Clock has a heart with vulgar romance
Down Desire Avenue, you pushed me bright
Fed me with pills and lullabies every night
Dissolved in front of your enchanting thighs
You laughed manically with your green stoned eyes
The future now is not very far
Jag drömde att det var Jonatans födelsedag
Och han sjöng Cumpleaños Feliz för sig själv i sovrummet
Jag hade beundrat en klänning tidigare, som skimrade i vackra färger och där stod en gigantisk skylt
Now you paint with a shattered heart
Played myself like I could play guitar
Every Desire Avenue has a new start
Paranoid paparazzi move in the woods
Spread syrup all in my cherry wounds
It's a feeling I can't seem to let go
So it stays with me until I change the flow
Paranoid paparazzi move in the woods
Spread syrup all in my cherry wounds
It's a feeling I can't seem to let go
So it stays with me until I change the flow
Like a red desert, you ride on all day
You made me up to be out of papier-mâché
Gave me plastic hands and eyes of glass
Clock has a heart with vulgar romance
Down Desire Avenue, you pushed me bright
Fed me with pills and lullabies every night
Dissolved in front of your enchanting thighs
You laughed manically with your green stoned eyes
The future now is not very far
Now you paint with fragments of a shattered heart
Played myself like I could play guitar
Every Desire Avenue has a new start (has a new start)
Every Desire Avenue has a new start
It's a feeling I can't seem to let go of
Like a red desert, you ride me all day
You made me up to be out-
Written by: Carlton McDowell, Dylan Wiggins, Ellen Åkerman, Jonatan Leandoer, Rami Dawod, reece weinberg
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