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Morning After
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Ignacio "Iggy" Uriarte
Ignacio "Iggy" Uriarte
Исполнитель
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ignacio Marshall Uriarte
Ignacio Marshall Uriarte
Композитор
Emanuel Bender
Emanuel Bender
Композитор
Laila Samuels
Laila Samuels
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Filip Bakija
Filip Bakija
Продюсер
Ignacio "Iggy" Uriarte
Ignacio "Iggy" Uriarte
Продюсер
Oliver Laib
Oliver Laib
Продюсер
Martin Eyerer
Martin Eyerer
Продюсер
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
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Слова

Lost in the excitement my clothes are by the door. The birds are making noises; I can't take it anymore. I feel like a disaster; I'm crawling on the floor. The daylight's gonna bite me like it never has before. I could use a way out, like a parachute now, I think I'm gonna down... Nothing really matters, nothing matters, till the morning after. The morning after. The minute that I had her, I thought it wouldn't matter: The morning after, the morning after. It got a little colder, for a second I was sober; So I threw another back and then I did it all over. Cause nothing really matters, nothing matters... Till the morning after, the morning after. My eyes are blue and bloody, my liver's about to die. I didn't mean to kiss her, you don't believe the lie. Today your're looking lovely with your hear off to the side. It's a shame I didn't notice, until you said goodbye. I could use a way out, like a parachute now, I think I'm gonna down... Nothing really matters, nothing matters, till the morning after. The morning after. The minute that I had her, I thought it wouldn't matter: The morning after, the morning after. It got a little colder, for a second I was sober; So I threw another back and then I did it all over. Cause nothing really matters, nothing matters... Till the morning after, the morning after. I could use a way out, like a parachute now, I think I'm gonna down... I could use a way out, like a parachute now, I think I'm gonna down... Nothing really matters, nothing matters, till the morning after. The morning after. The minute that I had her, I thought it wouldn't matter: The morning after, the morning after. It got a little colder, for a second I was sober; So I threw another back and then I did it all over. Cause nothing really matters, nothing matters... Till the morning after, the morning after.
Writer(s): Ignacio Uriarte, Laila Samuels, Emanuel Bender Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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