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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lorde
Lorde
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ella Yelich-O'connor
Ella Yelich-O'connor
Songwriter
Joel Little
Joel Little
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joel Little
Joel Little
Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Songtexte

The drink you spilt all over me "Lover's Spit" left on repeat My mom and dad let me stay home It drives you crazy getting old We can talk it so good We can make it so divine We can talk it good How you wish it would be all the time The drink you spilt all over me "Lover's Spit" left on repeat My mom and dad let me stay home It drives you crazy getting old The drink you spilt all over me "Lover's Spit" left on repeat My mom and dad let me stay home It drives you crazy getting old This dream isn't feeling sweet We're reeling through the midnight streets And I've never felt more alone It feels so scary getting old We can talk it so good We can make it so divine We can talk it good How you wish it would be all the time This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets And I've never felt more alone, feels so scary getting old I want 'em back, I want 'em back The minds we had, the minds we had How all the thoughts, how all the thoughts Moved 'round our heads, moved 'round our heads I want 'em back, I want 'em back The minds we had, the minds we had It's not enough to feel the lack I want 'em back, I want 'em back, I want 'em You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need) Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids) And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough) But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough) You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need) Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids) And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough) But that will never be enough (but that will never be enough) (But that will never be enough) (But that will never be enough) (But that will never be enough) (But that will never be enough)
Writer(s): Ella Yelich O Connor, Joel Little Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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