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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jack Antonoff
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John Hill
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Vince Clarke
Production complémentaire
Mark Bengston
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andros Rodriguez
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Brendan Morawski
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Ingénierie de mixage
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Paroles
They closed the parkway late last night
And as I sat with the echoes of lies that I told
I felt young, never change my crooked heart
So put your shotgun back in the glove
I'm only waiting another year for
Dream far away
To come home, to be brave
Well, everything has changed
And now, it's only you that matters
I will find anyway to your wild heart
They boarded up the windows and the doors to my house
No one will ever read the letters of the lies that I told
From the years I was changed my crooked hearts
Why did they have to go and do us like that?
Why did they have to go and run from the dream far away?
Were we there?
Was I brave to think everything must die for anyone to matter?
Got to find anyway to your wild heart
I will find anyway to your wild heart
I will find anyway-
Now everything has changed, and now I can tell what matters
I will find anyway to your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Your wild heart
Writer(s): Jack Antonoff, John Hill
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