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Matter
1833
House
Matter è stato pubblicato il 7 aprile 2017 da Position Music come parte dell'album Moderns - EP
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Data di uscita7 aprile 2017
EtichettaPosition Music
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM80

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
MODERNS
MODERNS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Fudurich
Chris Fudurich
Songwriter
Roseanne Okumura
Roseanne Okumura
Songwriter

Testi

(It's what you wanted for me)
(It's what you wanted for me)
(It's what you wanted for me)
(It's what you wanted for me)
(It's what you wanted for me)
(It's what you wanted for me)
(It's what you wanted for me)
(It's what you wanted for me)
She don’t think its over
You can’t even tell her
But it's none of my business
It's none of my business
Steal you 'cause I own it
Keep you 'cause she couldn’t
But it's none of my business
It's none of my business
And I feel like we're made up of electricity
And I don't want to think about where all this is leading
'Cause I know that you did this, know that you did this
I feel like we're made up of electricity
And I don't want to think about where all this is leading
'Cause I know that you did this, know that you did this
And I wouldn’t be caught dead following your lead
It's you making me believe that
It's what you wanted for me
It's what you wanted for me
Dead, following your lead
It's you making me believe that
It's what you wanted for me
It's what you wanted for me
Dead (dead, dead, dead)
You (you, you, you)
You make it feel impossible
I'll take your word for worst of all
Dead (dead, dead, dead)
You (you, you, you)
You make it feel impossible
I'll take your word for worst of all
Dead, following your lead
It's you making me believe that
It's what you wanted for me
It's what you wanted for me
Dead, following your lead
It's you making me believe that
It's what you wanted for me
It's what you wanted for me
Dead (dead, dead, dead)
You (you, you, you)
You make it feel impossible
I'll take your word for worst of all
Dead (dead, dead, dead)
You (you, you, you)
You make it feel impossible
I'll take your word for worst of all
Written by: Chris Fudurich, Roseanne Okumura
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