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INTERPRÉTATION
Kitten
Kitten
Interprète
Chad Anderson
Chad Anderson
Guitare
Chloe Chaidez
Chloe Chaidez
Voix principales
Chris Vogel
Chris Vogel
Basse
Nic Johns
Nic Johns
Basse
Lukas Frank
Lukas Frank
Batterie
Waylon Rector
Waylon Rector
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Chad Anderson
Chad Anderson
Paroles/Composition
Chloe Chaidez
Chloe Chaidez
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chad Anderson
Chad Anderson
Production déléguée
Nic Johns
Nic Johns
Production
Gavin MacKillop
Gavin MacKillop
Production
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Maybe on a Sunday night Pop music in the acid light I remember when your sister died Slow motion on the satellite I remember I was lying in my bedroom Wishing that a love would come to me Flesh for fantasy We were listening to Thunder Road "My Little Runaway" hot and cold There's a lot of ways you could go I hear you singing on the radio You say you're leaving But I know I'm gonna find you I'm gonna be your suicide Don't kill the light Don't kill the light It's gonna hit you when the light goes out They don't even know your name And there's a lot of kids hanging out But nobody can touch your fame It's gonna hit you when the light goes out They don't even know your name So, Jenny, don't kill the light I know I said I would, but hey, I lie I'm gonna meet you on the other side Your boy said he wants you back tonight He always said I'm gonna love you 'til I'm crazy I'm gonna love you 'til I'm dead A place to lay my head To lay my head It's gonna hit you when the light goes out They don't even know your name And there's a lot of kids hanging out But nobody can touch your fame It's gonna hit you when the light goes out They don't even know your name This isn't love, it's not the same It's like she said "Here comes the rain" And if you want to stay alive The preacher says you've got to die Here's the scene You give, I take Are there pretty girls in Silver Lake? The kind that make a boy forget There's nothing really to forget Maybe on a Sunday night Pop music in the acid light I remember when your sister died Slow motion on the satellite You say you're leaving But I know I'm gonna find you I'm gonna be your suicide Don't kill the light Jenny, don't kill the light Don't kill the light
Writer(s): Chloe Chaidez, Chad Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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