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Nyla
40
Rock
Nyla est sorti le 8 février 2005 par Outside Music dans le cadre de l'album Beatbox My Heartbeat
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Date de sortie8 février 2005
LabelOutside Music
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM160

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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Weekend
The Weekend
Interprète
Naomi Battah
Naomi Battah
Chœurs
Simon Kendall
Simon Kendall
Piano, Orgue
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrea Wasse
Andrea Wasse
Composition

Paroles

You say you like New York better than L.A
And I just sit there
I believe that you like looking like a Ramone
When I would rather kiss a beach boy
Feel the sand beneath my toes
Wanna feel the sun burning up my nose
I'll give you all of my black clothes
Just light your smoke and watch me go
Well come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you'll see
That this time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
'Cause I'm so sick of dreary winters
And mornings spent in subway stations
Going to a job I hate
More and more with every day
I want the lifestyle of the rich and famous
While you prefer to remain nameless
That's you, hey, and this me
I'm gonna live the fantasy
Well come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you'll see
That this time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, next year
I won't be here
You say you like New York better than L.A
And I just sit there
I believe that you like looking like a Ramone
When I would rather kiss a beach boy
Come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you'll see
Come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you'll see
That this time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, this time
Next year, next year
I won't be here
This time, next year
I won't be here
Oh, come, come, come again
What was that you said?
Listen carefully and maybe then you'll see
Written by: Andrea Wasse
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