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INTERPRÉTATION
Caleb Followill
Chant
Nathan Followill
Batterie
Jared Followill
Basse
Matthew Followill
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Caleb Followill
Paroles/Composition
Nathan Followill
Paroles/Composition
Jared Followill
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Followill
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Angelo Petraglia
Production
Jacquire King
Production
Lowell Reynolds
Ingénieries complémentaires
Richard Dodd
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jon Stinson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound
I know they're watching, they're watching
All the commotion, the kiddie like play
Has people talking, talking
You, your sex is on fire
The dark of the alley, the breaking of day
The head while I'm driving, I'm driving
Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale
Feels like you're dying, you're dying
You, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Hot as a fever, rattling bones
I could just taste it, taste it
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight
Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest
And you, your sex is on fire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
And you, your sex is on fire
Consumed with what's to transpire
Writer(s): Nathan Followill, Caleb Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill
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