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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Femke Weidema
Femke Weidema
Programmation
Tim Galloway
Tim Galloway
Guitare acoustique
Chris Burgess
Chris Burgess
Batterie
Ben Worlsey
Ben Worlsey
Guitare électrique
Matt Belmont
Matt Belmont
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Femke Weidema
Femke Weidema
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Belmont
Matthew Belmont
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Femke Weidema
Femke Weidema
Production
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

I can't find love Did it run out? Oh, if there was a God Then He stopped coming around You know it's gotta hurt to see The burning of your masterpiece There was a light But even that's gone now Way too bright to last He burned himself out Oh, what a sight to see To see a star just cease to be But nothing comes close to this kinda heavy Nothing comes close There is no letting go 'til you're ready Everyone knows Nothing comes close We only fight as a way to speak We'll start a war just to negotiate the peace It's the way that we communicate It's a habit we don't seem to wanna shake But nothing comes close to this kinda heavy Nothing comes close There is no letting go 'til you're ready Everyone knows Nothing comes close Nothing comes close to this kinda heavy Nothing comes close, nothing comes close Oh, it's becoming oh, so clear That we are on our own out here Oh, it's becoming oh, so clear That we are on our own out here when Nothing comes close to this kinda heavy Nothing comes close It's becoming oh, so clear That we are on our own out here When nothing comes close
Writer(s): Femke Weidema, Matthew Oliver Belmont Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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