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Brett Young
Brett Young
Ведущий вокал
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Электрогитара
Ilya Toshinskiy
Ilya Toshinskiy
Акустическая гитара
Derek Wells
Derek Wells
Электрогитара
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Бас-гитара
David Huff
David Huff
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Ben Caver
Ben Caver
Бэк-вокал
Charlie Judge
Charlie Judge
Клавишные инструменты
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Программирование
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Brett Young
Brett Young
Автор песен
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Автор песен
Jon Nite
Jon Nite
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Продюсер
Jimmy Harnen
Jimmy Harnen
Исполнительный продюсер
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Small
Chris Small
Инженер обработки
Adam Ayan
Adam Ayan
Мастеринг-инженер
Mike Griffith
Mike Griffith
Сотрудник студии
Laurel Kittleson
Laurel Kittleson
Сотрудник студии
Janice Soled
Janice Soled
Сотрудник студии
Brianna Steinitz
Brianna Steinitz
Сотрудник студии
David Huff
David Huff
Инженер обработки
Ben Caver
Ben Caver
Дополнительный инженер
Noah Needleman
Noah Needleman
Дополнительный инженер
Gabe Burch
Gabe Burch
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Инженер звукозаписи

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Gate 22, two hour delay She was waitin' on a plane to L.A. I didn't see the harm in sittin' Down at the wrong gate She said, "Hello, where you headed to?" I didn't lie but I bent the truth Said, "I'd go anywhere with you" And before long It was midnight in the middle of JFK Tryin' to take my mind off the fallin' rain I was sayin' anything to make her laugh Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishin' that she could stay Doesn't even know that I've missed my plane Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A. Yeah, yeah, a ticket to L.A Yeah, yeah, yeah She opened up after a drink Said, she started law school in the spring And by the time that she had three I know almost everything Lightnin' flashed across the sky I said, it probably wasn't safe to fly Secretly, I hoped that she'd be stuck With me all night It was midnight in the middle of JFK Tryin' to take my mind off the fallin' rain I was sayin' anything to make her laugh Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishin' that she could stay Doesn't even know that I've missed my plane Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A. And now Gate 22 is callin' out her name She wrote her number on my hand And walked away Alone here in the middle of JFK Sittin' near the bar in an empty gate I'd do anything to bring her back Never wanted anything so bad She got me wishin' that she could stay Doesn't even know that I've missed my plane Now there ain't a single thing I wouldn't trade For a ticket to L.A. Yeah, yeah, a ticket to L.A Yeah, yeah A ticket to L.A. yeah A ticket to L.A. A ticket to L.A. A ticket to L.A., yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Brett Young, Jon Nite, Zach Crowell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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