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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Chœurs
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Basse
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
Chœurs
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Batterie
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Guitare
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Paroles/Composition
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Paroles/Composition
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Paroles/Composition
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Fall Out Boy
Fall Out Boy
Co‑production
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Production
Jake Sinclair
Jake Sinclair
Ingénierie de prise de son
Todd Stopera
Todd Stopera
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Dave Sardy
Dave Sardy
Ingénierie de mixage
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na I'm here to collect your hearts It's the only reason that I sing I don't believe a word you say but I can't stop listening This the story of how they met Her picture was on the back of a pack of cigarettes And when she touches him, he turned ruby red A story that they'll never forget, never forget And all the boys are smoking Menthols Girls are getting backrubs I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough My old aches become new again My old friends become exes again Woah, where did the party go? We're ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Woah, where did the party go? Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Yeah I know I expect too much And not enough all at once You know I only wanted fun Then you got me all fucked up on love Oh, I looked for your name on the Ouija board And you're naked magic, oh dear Lord You and me are the difference between real love And the love on T.V. Love on T.V. And all the boys are smoking menthols Girls are getting backrubs I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough My old aches become new again My old friends become exes again, yeah Woah, where did the party go? We're ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Woah, where did the party go? Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na We were the kids who screamed We weren't the same In sweaty rooms Now, we're doomed to organizing walk-in closets like tombs Silent film stars stuck in talking cinema life So let's fade away together one dream at a time Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Whoa, where did the party go? We're ending it on the phone I'm not gonna go home alone Whoa, where did the party go? Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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