クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Adams
Guitar
Jamie Candiloro
Bass Guitar
Johnny T. Yerington
Drums
Melissa Auf der Maur
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Adams
Composer
Johnny T. Yerington
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Barber
Producer
Jamie Candiloro
Mixing Engineer
Rudyard Lee Cullers
Assistant Recording Engineer
歌詞
I finally see the light
Down on the east side
Wasted like a memory
If I had a car I'd drive
Straight off the bridge into the river
It would empty me
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it's true
I used to be sad
Now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
Nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
Traffic sings the songs
Inviting me in to dodge the bullets from an empty gun
If I had a car, I'd drive
Straight into the window of a bank I owed money to
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it's true
I used to be sad
Now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
Nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
You're doomed to repeat the past
Nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
And all the time you're so unhappy
And everything to you's so heavy
But oh my word, ain't you so pretty now
There's nothing to make up now
No one to wake up now
She's starting to break up, wow
Pretty pictures in a magazine
Everybody is so make believe, it's true
I used to be sad
Now I'm just bored with you
You're doomed to repeat the past
'Cause nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
You're doomed to repeat the past
'Cause nothing is gonna last
I burned all of your photographs
Writer(s): Ryan Adams, T Johnny
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