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INTERPRÉTATION
The Neighbourhood
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Zachary Abels
Paroles/Composition
Jeremy Freedman
Paroles/Composition
Jesse Rutherford
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Justyn Pilbrow
Production
Chris Mullings
Ingénierie de mixage
Tony "Jack the Bear" Mantz
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Paroles
We talked about making it, I'm sorry that you never made it
And it pains me just to hear you have to say it
You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated
I see the wires pulling while you're breathing
You knew you had a reason, it killed you like diseases
I can hear it in your voice while you're speaking, you can't be treated
Mr. Know-It-All, had his reign and his fall
At least that is what his brain is telling all
If he said, help me kill the president
I'd say, he needs medicine
Sick of screaming let us in, the wires got the best of him
All that he invested in, goes straight to hell, straight to hell (oh, oh)
Straight to hell, straight to hell (oh, oh)
He told me I should take it in, listen to every word he's speaking
The wires getting older, I can hear the way they're creaking
As they're holding him, well, I could see it in his jaw that all he ever wanted was a job
He tells me to be raw, admits to every little flaw
That never let him sit upon the top
Won't tell me to stop, thinks that I should be a little cautious
Well, I can tell the wires pulled
If he said, help me kill the president
I'd say, he needs medicine
Sick of screaming let us in, the wires got the best of him
All that he invested in, goes straight to hell, straight to hell (oh, oh)
Straight to hell, straight to hell (oh, oh)
I'm having trouble in believing and I just started seeing
Light at the beginning of the tunnel, but he tells me that I'm dreaming
When he talks I hear his ghosts, every word they say to me
I just pray the wires aren't coming
If he said, help me kill the president
I'd say, he needs medicine
Sick of screaming let us in, the wires got the best of him
All that he invested in, goes straight to hell, straight to hell (oh, oh)
Straight to hell, straight to hell (oh, oh)
Straight to hell, straight to hell (oh, oh)
Straight to hell, straight to hell (oh, oh)
Writer(s): Jesse Rutherford, Zachary Abels, Jeremy Freedman
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