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INTERPRÉTATION
Alex Turner
Alex Turner
Guitare
Jamie Cook
Jamie Cook
Guitare
Matt Helders
Matt Helders
Batterie
Nick O'Malley
Nick O'Malley
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alex Turner
Alex Turner
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
James Ford
James Ford
Production
Bryan Wilson
Bryan Wilson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Ingénierie de mixage
David Covell
David Covell
Assistance d’ingénierie
George Marino
George Marino
Ingénierie de mastérisation
James Brown
James Brown
Ingénierie
Morgan Stratton
Morgan Stratton
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Sean Oakley
Sean Oakley
Assistance d’ingénierie

Paroles

Lately I've been seeing things Belly button piercings In the sky at night When we're side by side And I don't mean to rain on anybody's cabriolet One of those games you're gonna lose But you wanna play it, just in case Now it's getting dark and the sky looks sticky More like black treacle than tar Black treacle Somebody told the stars you're not comin' out tonight And so they found a place to hide Does it help you stay up late? Does it help you concentrate? Does it tune you in when you chew your chin? Am I ruining your fun? And you talk the talk alright But do you walk the walk or catch the train? You wanted it, you got it But you don't want it now Now it's getting dark and the sky looks sticky More like black treacle than tar Black treacle Somebody told the stars you're not comin' out tonight And so they found a place to hide Now I'm out of place, and I'm not gettin' any wiser I feel like the Sundance Kid behind a synthesiser And I tried last night to pack away your laugh Like a key under the mat But it never seems to be there when you want it Black treacle Black treacle Black treacle
Writer(s): Alex Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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