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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Guitar
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Vocals
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Bass Guitar
Bill Reichenbach
Bill Reichenbach
Trombone
Dan Fornero
Dan Fornero
Trumpet
Wayne Bergeron
Wayne Bergeron
Trumpet
The London Metropolitan Orchestra
The London Metropolitan Orchestra
Orchestra
Dan Higgins
Dan Higgins
Woodwinds
Andy Brown
Andy Brown
Conductor
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Songwriter
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Songwriter
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Songwriter
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Songwriter
Charts of London
Charts of London
Copyist
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Orchestrator
Jeff Toyne
Jeff Toyne
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Mixing Engineer
Scott Skrzynski
Scott Skrzynski
Assistant Engineer
Steve McLaughlin
Steve McLaughlin
Recording Engineer
Thea Prevalsky
Thea Prevalsky
Assistant Engineer

Songteksten

Model house like meltdowns Still a modern dream let down, it kills me You know I'm dying out here What would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure We were a hammer to the statue of David We were a painting you could never frame and You were the sunshine of my lifetime What would you trade the pain for? This city always hangs a little bit lonely on me, loose Like a kid playing pretend in his father's suit I'll never go, I just want to be invited, oh Got to give up, get the feeling Get the feeling, don't fight it, fight it Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse And I just about snapped Don't look back Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand Love from the other side of the apocalypse And I just about snapped Don't look back Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand Generation sleep I'm falling in and out of love I'm getting that tilted feeling out here What would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure Nowhere left for us to go but heaven A summer falling through our fingers again and You were the sunshine of my lifetime What would you trade the pain for? We're told we gotta get ahead, yeah, no matter what it takes But there's no way off the hamster wheel on this rat race I'll never go, I just want to be invited, oh Got to give up, get the feeling Get the feeling, don't fight it, fight it Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse And I just about snapped Don't look back Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand Love from the other side of the apocalypse And I just about snapped Don't look back Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand I saw you in a bright clear field Hurricane heat in my head The kinda pain you feel to get good in the end, good in the end Inscribed like stone and faded by the rain "Give up what you love Give up what you love before it does you in" Sending my love from the other side of the apocalypse And I just about snapped Don't look back Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand Love from the other side of the apocalypse And I just about snapped Don't look back Every lover's got a little dagger in their hand Sending my love Sending my love
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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