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INTERPRÉTATION
Louis Tomlinson
Louis Tomlinson
Chœurs
Andrew Haas
Andrew Haas
Programmation
Ian Franzino
Ian Franzino
Programmation
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Programmation
Marianne Haynes
Marianne Haynes
Violon
Polly Wiltshire
Polly Wiltshire
Alto
Vicky Matthews
Vicky Matthews
Violoncelle
Charlie Brown
Charlie Brown
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Louis Tomlinson
Louis Tomlinson
Paroles/Composition
Andrew Haas
Andrew Haas
Paroles/Composition
Pablo Bowman
Pablo Bowman
Composition
Ian Franzino
Ian Franzino
Composition
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Composition
Asia Whitacre
Asia Whitacre
Composition
Richard Boardman
Richard Boardman
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Brind
Matthew Brind
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Andrew Haas
Andrew Haas
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ian Franzino
Ian Franzino
Ingénierie de prise de son
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Production
Afterhrs
Afterhrs
Ingénierie
Ash Howes
Ash Howes
Ingénierie de mixage
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation

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Is it my imagination? Is it something that I'm taking? All the smiles that I'm faking "Everything is great Everything is fucking great" Going out every weekend Staring at the stars on the ceiling Hollywood friends, gotta see them Such a good time I believe it this time Tuesday night Glazed over eyes Just one more pint or five Does it even matter anyway? We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you Just like that and I'm sober I'm asking myself, "Is it over?" Maybe I was lying when I told you "Everything is great Everything is fucking great" And all of these thoughts and the feelings Cheers to that if you don't need them I've been checking my phone all evening Such a good time I believe it this time Tuesday night Glazed over eyes Just one more pint or five Does it even matter anyway? We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you (yeah) Now I'm asking my friends how to say, "I'm sorry" They say, "Lad, give it time, there's no need to worry" And we can't even be on the phone now And I can't even be with you alone now Oh, how shit changes We were in love, now we're strangers When I feel it coming up, I just throw it all away Get another two shots 'cause it doesn't matter anyway We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on We're dancing on tables And I'm off my face With all of my people And it couldn't get better they say We're singing 'til last call And it's all out of tune Should be laughing, but there's something wrong And it hits me when the lights go on Shit, maybe I miss you
Writer(s): Richard Boardman, Julian C. Bunetta, Louis William Tomlinson, Andrew Christopher Haas, Ian Zachary Franzino, Pablo Bowman, Asia Whiteacre Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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