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Emeli Sandé
Emeli Sandé
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COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Fred Ball
Fred Ball
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Emeli Sandé
Emeli Sandé
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Shahid Khan
Shahid Khan
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Shakil Ashraf
Shakil Ashraf
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PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Matt Huber
Matt Huber
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Shakaveli
Shakaveli
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Naughty Boy
Naughty Boy
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I bought myself an aeroplane To see how high that it could take me I made it past the Milky Way But it seems I'm still not even close I'm having dinner with the king, the queen I swear I'm living out my wildest dreams I'm tryna give the DJ all of me But I'm dancing like a ghost 'Cause no matter who l love And no matter who I touch I'm afraid there isn't much Without you See, look at all my stuff You would think I had enough But I swear there isn't much Without you I bought a house and named it after you I keep it dark to kill the afternoons I fill my bedroom up with big balloons But there's still not much to hold (there's still nothing to hold) I threw a party and I hoped you'd come I guess the postman delivered wrong They're tryna to set me up with Mike or John But I'd rather just get old 'Cause no matter how l'm loved (I'm loved, I'm loved) And no matter how I'm touched (I'm touched, I'm touched) I'm afraid there isn't much (isn't much, isn't much) Without you See, look at all my stuff (my stuff, my stuff) You would think I had enough (enough, enough) I'm afraid there isn't much (isn't much, isn't much) Without you Oh God, God willing You'll find it in your heart and whisper I'm forgiven I've taken you for granted, baby, I admit it But all I really want All I really want Baby, all I really want is you I regret it, I get it There's nothing and there's no one quite like you I'm begging You got me on my knees this afternoon Pathetic But all I really want Baby, all I really want is you 'Cause no matter who l love (I love, I love) And no matter who I touch (I touch, I touch) I'm afraid there isn't much (isn't much, isn't much) Without you See, look at all my stuff (my stuff, my stuff) You would think I've had enough (enough, enough) But I swear there isn't much (isn't much, isn't much) Without you
Writer(s): Fredrik William Ball, Adele Emily Sande, Shahid Khan, Shakil Ashraf Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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