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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
Guitare rythmique
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Batterie
Jay James
Jay James
Basse
Michael Paget
Michael Paget
Guitare principale
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
Paroles
Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Production
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Ingénierie
Ginge Martin
Ginge Martin
Ingénierie
Jeff Rose
Jeff Rose
Ingénierie
Tom Manning
Tom Manning
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Simon Jones
Simon Jones
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Darren Jones
Darren Jones
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Kevin Bosley
Kevin Bosley
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistance d’ingénierie
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistance d’ingénierie
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Ingénieries complémentaires
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Ingénieries complémentaires
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

You turn me off at the push of a button And you pretend that I don't mean nothing I'm not a saint, that's easy to tell But, guess what, honey? You ain't no angel You like to scream, use words as a weapon Well, go ahead, take your best shot, woman I wanna leave you, it's easy to see But, guess what, honey? It's not that easy We get so complicated (complicated!) This finger's for our memories So rip my pictures from your wall Tear them down and burn them all Light the fire and walk away There's nothing left to say, so Take the ashes from the floor Bury them to just make sure That nothing more is left of me Just bittersweet memories (Memories, ah-ah) I wanna run and escape from your prison But when I leave, I feel something is missing (ah-ah-ah...) I'm not afraid, that's easy to tell This can't be Heaven, it feels like I'm in Hell You're like the drug that I can't stop taking I want more and I can't stop craving (ah-ah-ah...) I still want you, it's easy to see But, guess what, honey? You're not that good for me We get so complicated (complicated!) This finger's for our memories So rip my pictures from your wall Tear them down and burn them all Light the fire and walk away There's nothing left to say, so Take the ashes from the floor Bury them to just make sure That nothing more is left of me Just bittersweet memories Just bittersweet memories We get so complicated (complicated!) This finger's for our memories We get so complicated (complicated, complicated) So rip my pictures from your wall Tear them down and burn them all Light the fire and walk away There's nothing left to say, so Take the ashes from the floor Bury them to just make sure That nothing more is left of me Just bittersweet memories Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh There's nothing left to say Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh There's nothing left to say
Writer(s): Michael Thomas, Jason James, Don Gilmore, Matthew Tuck, Michael Paget Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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