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hard truth
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hard truth è stato pubblicato il 30 gennaio 2025 da 1993 come parte dell'album hard truth - Single
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Data di uscita30 gennaio 2025
Etichetta1993
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
townsend
townsend
Guitar
Todd Trần
Todd Trần
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
townsend
townsend
Songwriter
Caroline Romano
Caroline Romano
Songwriter
Todd Trần
Todd Trần
Songwriter
Christian Delzoppo
Christian Delzoppo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
townsend
townsend
Producer
Todd Trần
Todd Trần
Producer

Testi

I said I promise baby that I'm getting better
Yeah I just need a little more time
One day I swear I'll get myself together
Didn't know it when I said it I was lying
And it was one step forward
Then six shots back
And by seven, eight, nine
You were just something I had
You know I loved you bad
In spite of all of my actions
It's just me, myself
And empty highball glasses
And the
Hard truth
Is she's pulling out the driveway
I let her go
She don't even try to fight me
It's cold proof
From the bottles on the floor
It's the last time
It's the last time
She's walking out the door with her keys
Cause I lost the grip on those faded jeans
It ain't what I want and sure hell ain't what I need
And the hard truth
It don't matter how I feel
She won't ever take me back
Like the whiskey will
Now it's all overthinking everything I'm missing
The thought of you is haunting like a ghost
Is there anything that could've made a difference
Do I try to make it right or let it go
And it was one step forward
Then six shots back
And by seven, eight, nine
You were just something I had
You know I loved you bad
In spite of all of my actions
It's just me, myself
And empty highball glasses
And the
Hard truth
Is she's pulling out the driveway
I let her go
She don't even try to fight me
It's cold proof
From the bottles on the floor
It's the last time
It's the last time
She's walking out the door with her keys
Cause I lost the grip on those faded jeans
It ain't what I want and sure hell ain't what I need
And the hard truth
It don't matter how I feel
She won't ever take me back
Like the whiskey will
She's walking out the door with her keys
Cause I lost the grip on those faded jeans
It ain't what I want and sure hell ain't what I need
And the hard truth
It don't matter how I feel
She won't ever take me back
Like the whiskey will
Written by: Caroline Romano, Christian Delzoppo, John Townsend, Todd Trần
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