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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Alex Alessandroni
Instrument à cordes
Gregg Alexander
Guitare
Lance Morrison
Guitare basse
Matt Laug
Batterie
Paul Gordon
Piano
Rusty Anderson
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Gregg Alexander
Paroles/Composition
Alex Alessandroni
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Gregg Alexander
Production
Andre Berryman
Ingénierie de mixage
Bill Cooper
Ingénierie
Bob Wartinbee
Ingénierie
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Curt Kroeger
Ingénierie de mixage
Don Tyler
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Michael Blum
Ingénierie
Michael Brauer
Ingénierie de mixage
Michael James Marchesano
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Bradford
Ingénierie de mixage
Stephen Marcussen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Hoo
It's '97, why aren't things wild?
You said you was a flower child
I can respect your soul-searching
But now's no time for questioning
I'm sure you've been misled before
How once you'd trust, they'd slam the door
But I'm everything I've claimed to be
You just need vodka and honesty
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who I am, am?
Our love is real
As real as the flowers you smoke to get high
Our love is real
As real as our God who has spoken on how we can fly
Our love is real
As real as the flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers
You're 22, why aren't you free?
You're Mom and Daddy's victory
A soul that's lived a thousand lives (ooh ooh ooh)
Don't hide behind a child's eyes (no child's eyes and your mind)
Yeah, I'm sure you've been misled before
And once you'd trust, they'd slam the door
But I'm everything I've claimed to be
You just need vodka and honesty
Yeah, right
Do you know who I am?
Do you know who I am, am?
Our love is real
As real as the flowers you smoke to get high
Our love is real
As real as our God who has spoken on how we can fly
Our love is real
As real as the flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers
I love you, you hate me
Took math class, that ain't fair exchange
I call you, you hang up
Don't have to be bitch, get your number changed
I'm sorry, forgive me
I never meant to call you those names
But I'm lonely, so lonely, please
Ow
I love you, you hate me
Took math class, that ain't fair exchange
I call you, you hang up
Don't have to be bitch, get your number changed
I'm sorry, forgive me
I never meant to call you those names
But I'm lonely, so lonely, please
Slow that
Our love is real
As real as the flowers you smoke to get high
Our love is real
As real as our God who has spoken on how we can fly
Written by: Gregg Alexander


