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Cleopatra
14
Punk
Cleopatra è stato pubblicato il 24 settembre 2021 da Those Without come parte dell'album Bittersweet
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Data di uscita24 settembre 2021
EtichettaThose Without
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM137

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oskar Westlin
Oskar Westlin
Songwriter
Martin Spåman
Martin Spåman
Songwriter
Dennis Karabegovic
Dennis Karabegovic
Songwriter
Filip Burman
Filip Burman
Songwriter
Felix Lindquist
Felix Lindquist
Songwriter
Philip Strand
Philip Strand
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Philip Strand
Philip Strand
Producer
Ludvig Ottosson
Ludvig Ottosson
Mixing Engineer
Anton Franzon
Anton Franzon
Assistant Recording Engineer

Testi

I lie in my bed as the room starts spinning
A bottle of wine, is this what they call living?
I read the news today as they spoke about the end of the world
Reality's giving me headaches
And the apocalypse starts with a handshake
I'll be fine if you stay by my side, I'm sure it gets better with time
But don't be afraid
We might be gone tomorrow
You cast a shadow with your footsteps
Countless nights on my front porch step
Oh tell me, is this wrong?
When our nights starts wearing thin
You'll go back to shedding skin
And nothing could ever remain the same
I caught your eyelash, you made a wish
For things to look brighter than this
I'll run my fingers through your hair, make sure we're mentally prepared
It's hard to say if the morning will come
If it's our last chance to look at the sun
The way that things are turning out, you'll be the last thing I sing about
You cast a shadow with your footsteps
Countless nights on my front porch step
Oh tell me, is this wrong?
When our nights starts wearing thin
You'll go back to shedding skin
And nothing could ever remain the same
I think you see things through your rose-coloured glasses
And I envy you for that
I'm losing sight of you the more the Earth spins around its axis
And I can't blame you for the things that we've left in the past
You cast a shadow with your footsteps
Countless nights on my front porch step
Oh tell me, is this wrong?
When our nights starts wearing thin
You'll go back to shedding skin
And nothing could ever remain the same
Written by: Dennis Karabegovic, Felix Lindquist, Filip Burman, Martin Spåman, Oskar Westlin, Philip Strand
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