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INTERPRÉTATION
Dan Auerbach
Dan Auerbach
Guitare
Patrick Carney
Patrick Carney
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dan Auerbach
Dan Auerbach
Paroles/Composition
Patrick Carney
Patrick Carney
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Black Keys
The Black Keys
Production
Mark Neill
Mark Neill
Production
Brian Lucey
Brian Lucey
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Tchad Blake
Tchad Blake
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Cry to myself and hanging around This old vessel that is, is running around I seem to recall feeling serene My hand on the hip of a beautiful being And light in my eye and love in my heart It went away and you tore it apart Just hoping you fall six feet south Keep my name out of your mouth She wrote back and I got down I didn't want no, nobody around Now that you have had your fun You got all yours dropping guns And now I disappear, I always did Held them near my coffin lair Just hoping you fall six feet south Keep my name out of your mouth Yeah, your mouth, yeah
Writer(s): Patrick James Carney, Daniel Quine Auerbach Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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