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INTERPRÉTATION
Sam Fender
Chant
Thom Lewis
Programmation
Drew Michael
Batterie
Tom Ungerer
Basse
Dean Thompson
Guitare
Joe Atkinson
Synthétiseur
Drew Michael
Batterie
Johnny Davis
Saxophone
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Sam Fender
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dean Thompson
Ingénierie
Mark Broughton
Ingénierie
Alex Borwick
Assistance d’ingénierie
Craig Silvey
Ingénierie de mixage
Dani Bennett- Spragg
Ingénieries complémentaires
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Steve Fallone
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Bramwell Bronte
Production
Claude Vause
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Paroles
I remember, the sickness was forever
I remember snuff videos
Cold Septembers, the distances we covered
The fist fights on the beach, the Bizzies round us up
Do it all again next week, an embryonic love
The first time that it scarred
Embarrass yourself for someone
Crying like a child
And the boy who kicked Tom's head in
Still bugs me now
That's the thing it lingers
And claws you when you're down
I was far too scared to hit him
But I would hit him in a heartbeat now
That's the thing with anger
It begs to stick around
So it can fleece you of your beauty
And leave you spent with nothing to offer
Makes you hurt the ones who love you
You hurt them like they're nothing
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
You hurt them like they're nothing
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
You hurt them like they're nothing
(Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
See I spent my teens in rage
Spiralling in silence
And I armed myself with a grin
'Cause I was always the fuckin' joker
Buried in their humour
Amongst the white noise and boy's boys
Locker room talkin' lad's lads
Drenched in cheap drink and snide fags
A mirrored picture of my old man
Oh God, the kid's a dab hand
Canny chanter, but he looks sad
God, the kid looks so sad
God, the kid looks so sad
She said the debt, the debt, the debt
So I thought about shifting gear
And how she wept and wept and wept
Luck came and died round here
I see my mother
The DWP see a number
She cries on the floor encumbered
I'm 17 going under
I'm 17 going under
(Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh)
I'm 17 going under
(Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh)
I'm 17 going under
(Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh)
I'm 17 going under
(Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh)
Writer(s): Sam Fender
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