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INTERPRÉTATION
Briston Maroney
Briston Maroney
Guitare
Jack Filipovic
Jack Filipovic
Basse
Noah Pope
Noah Pope
Batterie
Johnny Hopson
Johnny Hopson
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Briston Maroney
Briston Maroney
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Boone Wallace
Boone Wallace
Ingénierie de mixage
Tone Def
Tone Def
Production

Paroles

Freakin' out on the interstate Rolling down the windows, baby I can't hear a thing you say I'm walking back to my favorite place I can feel them staring at me Baby, do you think I'm doing something wrong And you got a lot on your mind And your heart, it looks just like mine There's no use in wasting your time Anymore I'm sorry I, I haven't been myself Something's got me down What it is, I cannot tell I won't be satisfied With anything I've earned Fear is just a part of love And one thing I've found Love is what you deserve Driving home And call my father on the telephone I hope you know I missed you, man Let's put it all behind us if we can Never feeling like I'm all the way home And stones inside my raincoat pocket I gotta keep, oh, won't you hold it for me And you got a lot on your mind And your heart, it looks just like mine There's no use in wasting your time Anymore I'm sorry I, I haven't been myself Something's got me down What it is, I cannot tell I won't be satisfied With anything I've earned Fear is just a part of love And one thing I've found Love is what you deserve I'm sorry I, I haven't been myself Oh, something's got me down What it is, I cannot tell Oh, I won't be terrified No, with anything I've earned, oh Fear is just a part of love And one thing I've found Love is what you deserve
Writer(s): Briston Maroney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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