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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Sam Smith
Sam Smith
Chant
Mojam
Mojam
Programmation
Darren Heelis
Darren Heelis
Programmation
Sylvester Earl Harvin
Sylvester Earl Harvin
Batterie
Mustafa Omer
Mustafa Omer
Programmation
James Murray
James Murray
Programmation
Reuben James
Reuben James
Piano
Jodi Milliner
Jodi Milliner
Basse
Matt Prime
Matt Prime
Claviers
Ben Thomas
Ben Thomas
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sam Smith
Sam Smith
Paroles/Composition
Matt Prime
Matt Prime
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jimmy Napes
Jimmy Napes
Production
Steve Fitzmaurice
Steve Fitzmaurice
Ingénierie de mixage
Mojam
Mojam
Production
Darren Heelis
Darren Heelis
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mike Horner
Mike Horner
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Aya Merrill
Aya Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher when your soul is damned He could be your lawyer on a witness stand But he'll never love you like I can, can He could be a stranger, you gave a second glance He could be a trophy of a one-night stand He could have your humor, but I don't understand, 'cause He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but They'll never love you like I can, can, can They'll never love you like I can, can A chance encounter of circumstance Baby, he's a mantra, keeps your mind entranced He could be a silence in this mayhem But then again, he'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but They'll never love you like I can, can, can They'll never love you like I can, can, can He'll never love you like I can, can, can We both have demons, that we can't stand I love your demons, like devils can If you're still seeking an honest man Then stop deceiving Lord, please Why are you lookin' down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but They'll never love you like I can, can, can They'll never love you like I can, can, can He'll never love you like I can, can, can
Writer(s): Samuel Frederick Smith, Matthew Alan Prime Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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