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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Tyler Connolly
Tyler Connolly
Voz principal
Dave Brenner
Dave Brenner
Guitarra
Dean Back
Dean Back
Bajo
Joe Dandeneau
Joe Dandeneau
Batería
Oskar Winberg
Oskar Winberg
Programación
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Guitarra
Flo Reutter
Flo Reutter
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Christine Connolly
Christine Connolly
Letrista
Tyler Connolly
Tyler Connolly
Letrista
Peter Amato
Peter Amato
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Tyler Connolly
Tyler Connolly
Producción
Clem Cherry
Clem Cherry
Ingeniería
Dyre Gormsen
Dyre Gormsen
Ingeniería
George Murphy
George Murphy
Ingeniería
Oskar Winberg
Oskar Winberg
Ingeniería
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Nikolaj Torp Larsen
Ingeniería
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Producción
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Masterización
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Ingeniería de mezcla
Scott Skrzynski
Scott Skrzynski
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Verse 1]
She's checking out
She's checking out on me
[Verse 2]
Not long ago, you'd lay right here and the blue light flickered
Love everywhere
Now you're checking out
And I'm missing you with the smell of cigarettes is taking off the pain in my chest
And you're checking out
[Verse 3]
This old hotel will never be home
'Cause you are home to me
[Verse 4]
This is my wake up call
And I slept through it
Go through life feeling that ache
Come home, ho-o-ome
Come home, ho-o-ome
And these four walls is where I live
With the ghost of you is all I get
Come home, ho-o-ome
Come home, ho-o-ome
This old hotel will never be home
'Cause you are home to me
[Verse 5]
This worn out rug is here to stay
These old walls are peeling away
Just like us
And I'm freaking out (Freaking out)
The tv's broke, there's nothing on
These memories of us that'll soon be gone
And I'm freaking out
[Verse 6]
This old hotel will never be home
'Cause you are home to me
[Verse 7]
This is my wake up call
And I slept through it
Go through life feeling that ache
Come home, ho-o-ome
Come home, ho-o-ome
And these four walls is where I live
With the ghost of you is all I get
Come home, ho-o-ome
Come home, ho-o-ome
This old hotel will never be home
'Cause you are home to me
[Verse 8]
It's funny how a love fucks me like it always does
It's funny, now you're gone, I'm seeing how it really was
I don't wanna wake up, I really had enough
I don't wanna wake up, still feeling in love
[Verse 9]
She's checking out
She's checking out
[Verse 10]
This is my wake up call
And I slept through it
Go through life feeling that ache
Come home, ho-o-ome
Come home, ho-o-ome
These four walls is where I live
With the ghost of you is all I get
Come home, ho-o-ome
Come home, ho-o-ome
This old hotel will never be home
'Cause you are home to me
Written by: Christine Connolly, Peter M. Amato, Tyler Connolly
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