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