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PERFORMING ARTISTS
LCD Soundsystem
LCD Soundsystem
Performer
James Murphy
James Murphy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Murphy
James Murphy
Songwriter
Tyler Pope
Tyler Pope
Songwriter
Pat Mahoney
Pat Mahoney
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Murphy
James Murphy
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Morrison
Daniel Morrison
Additional Producer
Eric Broucek
Eric Broucek
Additional Producer
Ian Neill
Ian Neill
Additional Producer
Jimmy Robertson
Jimmy Robertson
Additional Producer
Matthew Thornley
Matthew Thornley
Additional Producer

Tekst Utworu

That's how it starts We go back to your house You check the charts And start to figure it out And if it's crowded, all the better Because we know we're gonna be up late But if you're worried about the weather Then you picked the wrong place to stay That's how it starts And so it starts You switch the engine on We set controls for the heart of the sun One of the ways we show our age And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up And I still don't wanna stagger home Then it's the memory of our betters That are keeping us on our feet You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan And the next five years trying to be with your friends again You're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can Yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend It comes apart The way it does in bad films Except the part Where the moral kicks in Though when we're running out of the drugs And the conversation's winding away I wouldn't trade one stupid decision For another five years of life You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can And the next ten people who are trying to be polite When you're blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France Yeah, I know it gets tired, only where are your friends tonight? And to tell the truth Oh, this could be the last time So here we go Like a sales force into the night And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool On the road, there's always this And if I'm sewn into submission I can still come home to this And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand You can sleep on the plane or review what you said When you're drunk and the kids look impossibly tanned You think over and over, "Hey, I'm finally dead" Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand You can turn it on yourself, you ridiculous clown You forgot what you meant when you read what you said And you always knew you were tired, but then Where are your friends tonight? Where are your friends tonight? Where are your friends tonight? If I could see all my friends tonight If I could see all my friends tonight If I could see all my friends tonight If I could see all my friends tonight
Writer(s): James Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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