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Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Harwood
Programming
Sean Hargreaves
Keyboards
Ella McMahon
Vocals
Josh Carruthers
Piano
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Stephen Morris
Violin
Helen Kamminga
Viola
Vicky Matthews
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ilya Salmanzadeh
Songwriter
Oscar Görres
Songwriter
Alexander Kronlund
Songwriter
Ella McMahon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Harwood
Producer
Sean Hargreaves
Producer
Goetz Botzenhardt
Mixing Engineer
Jonny Firth
Recording Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Letra
Caught out, sleeping around
He says it's nothing with her lipstick on his mouth
And you might think he doesn't care that much at all
But they always come back
Yeah, they always come back
When he returns he puts you in a situation
But it's too late to have that kinda conversation
It's not your job to show this boy some education, no
No, ain't it funny how we never seem to work it out
We've all been played, we all get hurt
Just take that pain and let that mother fucker burn
And you know that in time you will find that
They always come back, yeah, they always come back
They're all the same, they never learn
So dig their grave and let that mother fucker burn
And you know that in time you will find that
They always come back, yeah, they always come back
Dry your eyes, Mr. Wise-Guy
But take a picture, it's the last that you will see
Let's see how far this guy is walking on his own feet
But they always come back
Yeah they always come back
When he returns he puts you in a situation
But it's too late to have that kinda conversation
It's not your job to show this boy some education, no
Now ain't it funny how we never seem to work it out
We've all been played, we all get hurt
Just take that pain and let that mother fucker burn
And you know that in time you will find that
They always come back, yeah, they always come back
They're all the same, they never learn
So dig their grave and let that mother fucker burn
And you know that in time you will find that
They always come back, yeah, they always come back
Yeah
So let that mother fucker burn, oh
Oooh
So let that mother fucker mother fucker burn
Oooh
So let that mother fucker burn
So let that mother fucker burn
Oooh
We've all been played, we all get hurt
So take that pain and let that mother fucker burn
And you know that in time you will find that
They always come back, yeah, they always come back
They're all the same, they never learn
So dig their grave and let that mother fucker burn
And you know that in time you will find that
They always come back, yeah, they always come back
Writer(s): Ella Mary Mcmahon, Oscar Michael Goerres, Alexander Erik Kronlund, - Ilya
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