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