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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Keith Urban
Keith Urban
Chant
P!nk
P!nk
Chant
Daniel Heloey Davidsen
Daniel Heloey Davidsen
Guitare
Peter Wallevik
Peter Wallevik
Claviers
Nathan Barlowe
Nathan Barlowe
Chœurs
Jerry Flowers
Jerry Flowers
Chœurs
Boy Matthews
Boy Matthews
Chœurs
Cleo Tighe
Cleo Tighe
Chœurs
Mich Hansen
Mich Hansen
Percussion
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Boy Matthews
Boy Matthews
Paroles/Composition
Cleo Tighe
Cleo Tighe
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Heloey Davidsen
Daniel Heloey Davidsen
Paroles/Composition
Mitch Hansen
Mitch Hansen
Paroles/Composition
Peter Wallevik
Peter Wallevik
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Keith Urban
Keith Urban
Co‑production
PhD
PhD
Production
Cutfather
Cutfather
Production
Dan McCarroll
Dan McCarroll
Co‑production
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Ingénierie de mixage
Marco Sonzini
Marco Sonzini
Ingénierie de prise de son
Nicolas Weilmann
Nicolas Weilmann
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Josh Ditty
Josh Ditty
Ingénierie de prise de son
Spencer Clarke
Spencer Clarke
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
John Hanes
John Hanes
Ingénierie de mixage
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Yeah, yeah I don't remember much about last night Woke up on a couch sunrise Saw the living room Through these bloodshot eyes of mine Cold sober You didn't like that I come home late 4 a.m. but it's a Friday, babe And I've been working hard Can't you give me some space 'Stead of shouting out, "Oh my God" Whoa, oh yeah Whoa, oh yeah I go out with some new friends But it just makes me miss you more More I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone And I keep second-guessing where did I go wrong? I know I'm proud But I've had one too many Come take me home So now I'm the one that's crying I didn't wanna call 'cause I didn't wanna fight I swear that I was trying, yeah But everybody falls when their head's a little high And I've never meant to get so out my mind With you playing cool, just pretending it's fine Oh, we've been 'round, 'round, 'round this Too many times before Whoa, oh yeah Whoa, oh yeah I go out with some new friends But it just makes me miss you more More I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone And I keep second-guessing where did I go wrong? I know I'm proud But I've had one too many Come take me home I don't know how lucky How lucky I am, I am, I am, no I guess sometimes I should give more of a damn A damn, a damn about you I don't know how lucky How lucky I am, I am, I am, no I know we're both stubborn Push each other's buttons I'd rather do it with you, but I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone I spend all my money drinking on my own, yeah In this bar, just sat here staring at my phone, yeah And I keep second-guessing where did I go wrong? I know I'm proud But I've had one too many Come take me home Come take me home Yeah, I've had one too many
Writer(s): Peter Wallevik, Mich Hansen, Daniel Davidsen, Cleo Tighe, Boy Matthews Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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