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INTERPRÉTATION
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
Interprète
Cameron Leahy
Cameron Leahy
Guitare
David Pavluk
David Pavluk
Basse
Eric Jones
Eric Jones
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cameron Leahy
Cameron Leahy
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Craig Frank
Craig Frank
Ingénierie
Dave McNair
Dave McNair
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paul Hager
Paul Hager
Ingénierie de mixage
Stacy Jones
Stacy Jones
Production

Paroles

Can't you see I'm intrigued, by the way, that you speak The words come out like pinball machines You're clever with your metaphors, burn me with your wit I bet you think the pain you feel, is hidden by your grit I'm sure you've made a few mistakes Which anyone was bound to make But you're not to blame, it's part of the game, I just wanna know Your name, so I don't care if we just met I'll kiss you, no regret I've played it safe one too many times before Why look up to the sky when all the stars are in your eye? No typical Thursday night All the states look the same, passing by on the train The faces of a losing campaign But I don't wanna be the one who crashes all their dreams And I don't wanna be the one who says all of those things I'm sure you've heard this one before Your hand gets shut between the door But you're not to blame, it's part of the game I just wanna know your name, so I don't care if we just met I'll kiss you, no regret I've played it safe one too many times before Why look up to the sky when all the stars are in your eye? We're searching for reasons why Those things we never said Those things we never did They'll come right back to haunt you One chance you'll never undo Why stop to watch the time, when our last chance is flying by? No typical Thursday night
Writer(s): Cameron Leahy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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