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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Pat Monahan
Pat Monahan
Voix principales
Espen Lind
Espen Lind
Guitare
Jimmy Stafford
Jimmy Stafford
Guitare
Scott Underwood
Scott Underwood
Batterie
Amund Björklund
Amund Björklund
Programmation
Jerry Becker
Jerry Becker
Claviers
Hector Maldonado
Hector Maldonado
Basse
Brad Magers
Brad Magers
Cor
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Pat Monahan
Pat Monahan
Paroles/Composition
Espen Lind
Espen Lind
Paroles/Composition
Amund Björklund
Amund Björklund
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Espen Lind
Espen Lind
Ingénierie de prise de son
Amund Björklund
Amund Björklund
Ingénierie de prise de son
Espionage
Espionage
Production
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Co‑production
Francis Murray
Francis Murray
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
Ingénierie de prise de son
Joby J. Ford
Joby J. Ford
Ingénieries complémentaires
John Sinclair
John Sinclair
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Matthew Colecchi
Matthew Colecchi
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Nathan Winter
Nathan Winter
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Mark Endert
Mark Endert
Ingénierie de mixage
Doug Johnson
Doug Johnson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Stewart Whitmore
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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