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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Moy
Jack Moy
Guitar
Zebastian Mattsson
Zebastian Mattsson
Guitar
Sebastian Söderstrom
Sebastian Söderstrom
Bass
Andreas Alfredsson Grube
Andreas Alfredsson Grube
Percussion
Pär Laxvik
Pär Laxvik
Background Vocals
Johan Andersson
Johan Andersson
Background Vocals
Love Appelgren
Love Appelgren
Foot Stomping
Charlie Lindahl
Charlie Lindahl
Foot Stomping
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andreas Alfredsson Grube
Andreas Alfredsson Grube
Mixing Engineer
Johan Andersson
Johan Andersson
Recording Engineer
Pontus Frisk
Pontus Frisk
Mixing Engineer
Mats Lindfors
Mats Lindfors
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

She was drop dead gorgeous And I cant afford this restaurant I heard you only went out with boys from the other side of town Where it's all about the money you know I see the slavery stitched in your clothes And all the lies you were told About this place that I call home You said you never had to compete with me and that's the way it will always be You said you never had to compete with me and that's the way it will always be So take my hand I'll show you around There's the bench where we first threw down After a year you moved here Got a nickname from the boys that was wierd Out of all the names Out of all the names You were hurricane Out of all the names Out of all the names You were hurricane I was a perfect gentleman Made you smile with out a cent, but than again I heard you only went out with boys from the other side of town Where it's all about the money you know I see the slavery stitched in your clothes And all the lies you were told About this place that I call home You said you never had to compete with me and that's the way it will always be So take my hand I'll show you around There's the bench where we first threw down After a year you moved here Got a nickname from the boys that was wierd Out of all the names Out of all the names You were hurricane Out of all the names Out of all the names You were hurricane Wind spread words of lies in ears and you're not innocent my dear My sweat my blood is all that I have left What remains in my black heart is not for you to light a spark What remains in my black heart is mine And all the drugs that I have done Some for pain and some for fun Cannot compete with loving you this way
Writer(s): Jack Moy, Mattsson Zebastian Roger, Soederstroem Sebastian Lars Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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