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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Pat Monahan
Voix principales
Espen Lind
Guitare
Jimmy Stafford
Guitare
Scott Underwood
Batterie
Amund Björklund
Programmation
Jerry Becker
Claviers
Hector Maldonado
Basse
Brad Magers
Cor
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Pat Monahan
Paroles/Composition
Espen Lind
Paroles/Composition
Amund Björklund
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Espen Lind
Ingénierie de prise de son
Amund Björklund
Ingénierie de prise de son
Espionage
Production
Butch Walker
Co‑production
Francis Murray
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jake Sinclair
Ingénierie de prise de son
Joby J. Ford
Ingénieries complémentaires
John Sinclair
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Matthew Colecchi
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Nathan Winter
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Mark Endert
Ingénierie de mixage
Doug Johnson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Stephen Marcussen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Stewart Whitmore
Ingénierie de montage
Paroles
My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I'll take the high road like I should
You said, "It's meant to be"
That, "It's not you, it's me"
You're leaving now for my own good
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
She went down in an airplane, fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
My pride still feels the sting
You were my everything
Someday I'll find a love like yours (a love like yours)
She'll think I'm Superman
Not super minivan
How could you leave on Yom Kippur?
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
Oh
Oh
Oh
I wanna live a thousand lives with you
I wanna be the one you're dying to love
But you don't want to
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
She went down in an airplane, fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
Writer(s): Espen Lind, Amund Bjorklund, Pat Monahan
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