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Dead Ringer
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Rock
Dead Ringer foi lançado em 12 de setembro de 2025 por Better Noise Music como parte do álbum Weirdo
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ÁlbumWeirdo
Data de lançamento12 de setembro de 2025
SeloBetter Noise Music
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM103

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
The Rasmus
The Rasmus
Interpretação
Lauri Ylönen
Lauri Ylönen
Vocais
Richard Wicander
Richard Wicander
Violão
Emppu Suhonen
Emppu Suhonen
Vocal de apoio
Eero Heinonen
Eero Heinonen
Baixo
Aki Hakala
Aki Hakala
Bateria
Leo Dante
Leo Dante
Vocal de apoio
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Lauri Ylönen
Lauri Ylönen
Composição
Marti Frederiksen
Marti Frederiksen
Composição
Desmond Child
Desmond Child
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Marti Frederiksen
Marti Frederiksen
Produção
Desmond Child
Desmond Child
Produção
Evan Frederiksen
Evan Frederiksen
Engenharia (gravação)
Joseph McQueen
Joseph McQueen
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

[Intro]
​​My dead ringer
My dead ringer
[Verse 1]
Sucker stole my identity
Fucker dresses up like me
Shows up where he shouldn’t be
Giving me that third degree
Let me cut right to the chase
I’m not that easy to replace
Passport picture, name's erased
He cleans up good, but that's my face
[PreChorus]
Another two-bit Romeo
That Mini Me from Mexico
Backstabber at a Rasmus show
Bet you thought I’d never know
[Chorus]
You’re slipping through my fingers
The taste of him still lingers
You tell me that it’s all just in my head
You’re sleeping with a spider
Slides in like a glider
Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?
My dead ringer
Dead ringer
[Verse 2]
On your neck I see a bite
I don’t wanna pick a fight
Let’s see what you did last night
Hidden cameras, they don't lie
[Chorus]
You’re slipping through my fingers
The taste of him still lingers
You tell me that it’s all just in my head
You’re sleeping with a spider
Slides in like a glider
Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?
My dead ringer
Dead ringer
My dead ringer
Dead ringer
[Bridge]
If you wanna be me
You gotta start at the bottom
Ain’t no free ticket to stardom
You gotta have balls
Or believe that you've got 'em
Swingin' them round my way
I’m gonna cut ‘em
And as for you, Miss Universe Finland
You lost your crown to a drag queen from England
I had to wipe your tears off the pavement
Now I’m paying for his entertainment
[Chorus]
You’re slipping through my fingers
The taste of him still lingers
You tell me that it’s all just in my head
You’re sleeping with a spider
Slides in like a glider
Why'd you let him crawl into my bed?
My dead ringer
Dead ringer
My dead ringer
Dead ringer
Written by: Desmond Child, Lauri Ylönen, Marti Frederiksen
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