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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Isaac Slade
Isaac Slade
Piano
Ben Wysocki
Ben Wysocki
Batterie
Dave Welsh
Dave Welsh
Guitare
Joe King
Joe King
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Isaac Slade
Isaac Slade
Paroles/Composition
Joe King
Joe King
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Aaron Johnson
Aaron Johnson
Production
Mike Flynn
Mike Flynn
Production
Warren Huart
Warren Huart
Ingénierie
Jonathan Parker
Jonathan Parker
Ingénierie
Will Hensley
Will Hensley
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Brian Joseph
Brian Joseph
Assistance d’ingénierie
Chris Cheney
Chris Cheney
Assistance d’ingénierie
George Nixon
George Nixon
Assistance d’ingénierie
Marlin Luna
Marlin Luna
Assistance d’ingénierie
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Ingénierie de mixage
Ryan Gilligan
Ryan Gilligan
Ingénierie
Troy Brazell
Troy Brazell
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

I found God On the corner of First and Amistad Where the west Was all but won All alone Smoking His last cigarette I said, "Where you been?" He said, "Ask anything." Where were you When everything was falling apart? All my days Were spent by the telephone That never rang And all I needed was a call That never came From the corner of First and Amistad Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lying on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you, where were you? Just a little late You found me, You found me In the end Everyone ends up alone Losing her The only one who's ever known Who I am Who I'm not, and who I want to be No way to know How long she will be next to me Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lying on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you, where were you? Just a little late You found me, You found me Early morning The city breaks I've been calling For years and years and years and years And you never left me no messages You never sent me no letters You got some kind of nerve Taking all I want Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lying on the floor Where were you, where were you? Lost and insecure You found me, you found me Lying on the floor Surrounded, surrounded Why'd you have to wait? Where were you, where were you? Just a little late You found me, You found me Why'd you have to wait To find me, to find me?
Writer(s): Joseph King, Isaac Slade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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