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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Luke Pritchard
Luke Pritchard
Chant
Hugh Harris
Hugh Harris
Chœurs
Max Rafferty
Max Rafferty
Chœurs
Paul Garred
Paul Garred
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Luke Pritchard
Luke Pritchard
Paroles/Composition
Hugh Harris
Hugh Harris
Paroles/Composition
Max Rafferty
Max Rafferty
Paroles/Composition
Paul Garred
Paul Garred
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
Production
Todd Burke
Todd Burke
Ingénierie de prise de son
Ben Mason
Ben Mason
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Keith Gary
Keith Gary
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Will Hensley
Will Hensley
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Iain Dowling
Iain Dowling
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

So at my show on Monday I was hoping that someday You'd be on your way to better things It's not about your make-up Or how you try to shape up To these tiresome paper dreams Paper dreams honey So now you pour your heart out You're telling me you're far out You're all about to lie down for your cause But you don't pull my strings Cause I'm a better man Moving on to better things But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day And at the show on Tuesday She was in her mindset Tempered firs and spangled boots Looks are deceiving Making me believe it And these tiresome paper dreams Paper dreams honey, yeah So won't you go far Tell me you're a keeper You're all about to lie down for your cause But you don't pull my strings because Cause I'm a better man Moving on to better things But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day Yes our wish's that we never made it Through all the summers We kept them up instead of Kicking us back down to the suburbs Yes our wish's that we never made it Through all the summers We kept them up instead of Kicking us back down to the suburbs But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day
Writer(s): Luke Pritchard, Hugh Murray Harris, Paul James Garred, Max Clarke Rafferty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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