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Goldrushed
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
The Royal Concept
The Royal Concept
Interprète
Filip Bekic
Filip Bekic
Guitare
Magnus Nilsson
Magnus Nilsson
Basse
Povel Olsson
Povel Olsson
Batterie
David Larson
David Larson
Claviers
robert elovsson
robert elovsson
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Filip Bekic
Filip Bekic
Composition
Magnus Nilsson
Magnus Nilsson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Filip Bekic
Filip Bekic
Production
Magnus Nilsson
Magnus Nilsson
Production
Povel Olsson
Povel Olsson
Production
Brain Sperber
Brain Sperber
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Wait, I meant to keep you But I had to live out the dream. Wait, I meant to hide you Safe away from the scene. You, you had me thinking, These times I wish they would last You, you had me guessing, Guessing all along. I know we're kidding this time, I think I got it by now. Come be my role model now, I need a taste for a while then I'll let you go. Is there a place you would rather be? Show me your true face then hide from me But I always end up kissing you then miss you even more and more. I always mess it up, I never got it right not even once. You tell me I'm a liar that I can't decide which way to go. But in the end you're like me. And in the end you're like me. Wait, I keep the lights on Just in case someone calls. You, I need to have you By my side tonight. I know we're kidding this time, I think I got it by now. Come be my role model now, I need a taste for a while then I'll let you go. Is there a place you would rather be? Show me your true face then hide from me. But I always end up kissing you then miss you even more and more. I always mess it up, I never got it right not even once. You tell me I'm a liar that I can't decide which way to go. But in the end, you're like me. And in the end you're like me. I know we're kidding this time, I think I got it by now. Come be my role model now, I need a taste for a while then I'll let you go. Is there a place you would rather be? Show me your true face then hide from me. But I always end up kissing you then miss you even more and more. I always mess it up, I never got it right not even once. You tell me I'm a liar that I can't decide which way to go. But in the end you're like me And in the end you're like me. But in the end, and in the end, And in the end, end, end you're like me. Make way for the gold rush, gold rush, gold rush. Make way for the gold rush. Make way for the gold rush, gold rush, gold rush. Make way for the gold rush. Get out.
Writer(s): Filip Bekic, David Larsson, Robert Nilsson, Frans Ohlsson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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