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INTERPRÉTATION
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James Francies
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Charles Meyer
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Niya Norwood
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Abbey Smith
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Zach Brown
Ingénierie de prise de son
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Carl Bespolka
Assistance d’ingénierie
Tom Elmhirst
Ingénierie de mixage
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Yebba
Production
Paroles
Tell me
Will you leave me lonely?
On and on and on I know you told me
The most important reason why
You'll color in as many lines as I need you
Tell me
When we have no money
And the siren starts their callin'
You say
"Slow down"
Slow down, come on
Slow down
And this paranoia purple turns to green
And nothing is as simple as it seems
What's happening to me?
Say now
When my life is over
Will you find somebody good enough to hold you?
Someone like my Abigail
To tell you all is good and well like me now
Say now
Feel my colors show how
I think it's almost time for me to go now
Go now
Go now
But this paranoia purple turns to grey
And all that's good and well
Melts away
Until we meet again
How could I for
Still can't figure it out
Still can't figure it out
Oh, how could I forget about you now?
Tell me, how could I forget about you now?
Now
Now
How could I yeah for-forget about you?
I still can't figure you out
Hope you're having fun, and I hope you're singing away
You're my little joy, my little star
I love you, bye
Love, Mama
Writer(s): Abigail Smith
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