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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Ryn Weaver
Ryn Weaver
Chant
Chris Sclafani
Chris Sclafani
Mandoline
Michael Angelakos
Michael Angelakos
Programmation
benny blanco
benny blanco
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Michael Angelakos
Michael Angelakos
Paroles/Composition
Benjamin Levin
Benjamin Levin
Paroles/Composition
Aryn Wüthrich
Aryn Wüthrich
Paroles/Composition
Ryan Tedder
Ryan Tedder
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
benny blanco
benny blanco
Production
Michael Angelakos
Michael Angelakos
Production
Chris Sclafani
Chris Sclafani
Ingénierie
Geoff Swan
Geoff Swan
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Ingénierie de mixage
Matty Green
Matty Green
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

I danced in the desert, in the pouring rain Drank with the devil and forgot my name Woke with somebody when the morning came No one there to shame me for my youth 'Cause I wouldn't be with you And then I found me a lover who could play the bass He's kinda quiet, but his body ain't Spend the days dreaming and the nights awake Doin' things we know we shouldn't do 'Cause I wouldn't be with you Says he can't believe he found me Wraps his arms around me Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah I can't let him in You call me up and ask me how I've been I'll call your bluff and Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies No, I can't let them in You play me rough, but I won't let you in So, call my bluff, I'll Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies Keep on telling you lies Count down to the day they may come true And I fell for a vagabond, a month at tops Lied and said his bike was in the motor shop Drove my car once and made the tire pop Still we had some fun, 'til I came to 'Cause I wouldn't be with you On the Fourth of July, I met a man, "Pierre" Lied about his age, but I didn't care Spoke in broken English but the heart was there In those eyes of sky and ocean blue 'Cause I wouldn't be with you He says he can't believe he found me Wraps his arms around me Yeah-eah, eah-eah-eah-yeah I can't let him in You call me up and ask me how I've been I'll call your bluff and Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies No, I can't let them in You play me rough, but I won't let you in So, call my bluff, I'll Keep on telling, telling, telling you lies Keep on telling you lies Count down to the day they may come true I'm counting dow-ow-ow-ow-own I'm still so dow-ow-ow-ow-own I'll come around
Writer(s): Benjamin Joseph Levin, Ryan B. Tedder, Erin Michelle Wuthrich, Michael Angelakos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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