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INTERPRÉTATION
Sam Fender
Sam Fender
Chant
Dean Thompson
Dean Thompson
Guitare
Drew Michael
Drew Michael
Batterie
Bramwell Bronte
Bramwell Bronte
Programmation
Joe Atkinson
Joe Atkinson
Synthétiseur
Johnny Davis
Johnny Davis
Saxophone
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sam Fender
Sam Fender
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Ingénierie de mixage
Dean Thompson
Dean Thompson
Ingénierie
Bramwell Bronte
Bramwell Bronte
Production
Joe Atkinson
Joe Atkinson
Conception sonore
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

We were like brothers Everybody said we looked the same You're a little taller, and broader, and bolder We were afraid of your mother Hell, she used to hit you so hard And your dad took off when you were a baby And you still hate me for my dad stuck around And you pin me to the ground Eight years old with a replica gun pushin' in my skull Saying you're gonna kill me if I tell Never did, and I never will That house was living hell Come on I remember my mother when she found a new man And your mother thought she found a partner A father for you, no wonder you can't stand me I can't stand me, too I can't stand me, too Oh, your grandmother repaired the anger in me Spoke to me like I was an adult Didn't take sides and didn't turn me against my dad Then she took those pills and now she's gone See her in the night In the corner of my eye And I see her in the night Heard you glassed a boy back in the borders Some naughty family boys are after you You pinned me to the wall and said my mother Stole your inheritance from you, oh yeah We ain't got a penny between us Holding up this tin that we live in You pinned me to the wall and smashed a bottle Your eyes the door to hell and all within Ha
Writer(s): Sam Fender Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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