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INTERPRÉTATION
Lewis Capaldi
Lewis Capaldi
Guitare
Vern Asbury
Vern Asbury
Guitare
Leo Abrahams
Leo Abrahams
Guitare
Michael Pollack
Michael Pollack
Piano
John Garrison
John Garrison
Basse
Freddy Sheed
Freddy Sheed
Batterie
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Programmation
Ben Kohn
Ben Kohn
Chœurs
Nick Atkinson
Nick Atkinson
Chœurs
Plested
Plested
Guitare
The LJ Singers
The LJ Singers
Chœur
Thomas Barnes
Thomas Barnes
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lewis Capaldi
Lewis Capaldi
Paroles/Composition
Michael Pollack
Michael Pollack
Paroles/Composition
Ben Kohn
Ben Kohn
Paroles/Composition
Peter Kelleher
Peter Kelleher
Paroles/Composition
Philp John Plested
Philp John Plested
Paroles/Composition
Thomas Barnes
Thomas Barnes
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Lewis Capaldi
Lewis Capaldi
Production
Chris Bishop
Chris Bishop
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix
Matt Wolach
Matt Wolach
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Ingénierie
Mark Stent
Mark Stent
Ingénierie de mixage
TMS
TMS
Production

Paroles

Days ache and nights are long Two years and still, you're not gone Guess I'm still holdin' on Drag my name through the dirt Somehow, it doesn't hurt, though Guess you're still holdin' on You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong Well, I'll take all the vitriol But not the thought of you movin' on 'Cause I'm not ready To find out you know how to forget me I'd rather hear how much you regret me And pray to God that you never met me Than forget me Oh, I hate to know I made you cry But love to know I cross your mind, babe, oh, I- Even after all, it'd still wreck me To find out you'd know how to forget me Even after all this time Days ache and nights are grey My heart is still your place, babe Guess I still feel the same Know you can't stand my face Some scars you can't erase, babe Guess you still feel the same Well, I'll take all the vitriol But not the thought of you movin' on 'Cause I'm not ready To find out you know how to forget me I'd rather hear how much you regret me And pray to God that you never met me Than forget me Oh, I hate to know I made you cry But love to know I cross your mind, babe, oh, I- Even after all, it'd still wreck me To find out you'd know how to forget me Even after all this time I'm not ready to let you forget me To let you forget me, to let you for-, oh I'm not ready to let you forget me To let you forget me, to let you for-, oh (even after all this time) I'm not ready to let you forget me To let you forget me, to let you for-, oh I'm not ready to let you forget me To let you forget me, to let you for-, oh 'Cause I'm not ready (I'm not ready to let you forget me) To find out you know how to forget me I'd rather hear how much you regret me And pray to God that you never met me Than forget me Oh, I hate to know I made you cry But love to know I cross your mind, babe, oh, I- Even after all, it'd still wreck me To find out you'd know how to forget me Even after all this time
Writer(s): Peter Norman Cullen Kelleher, Benjamin Alexander Kohn, Tom Barnes, Michael Pollack, Philp John Plested, Lewis Marc Capaldi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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