Лучшие песни Sutton Foster
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Sutton Foster
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Brian d'Arcy James
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Anja Wood
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Antoine Silverman
Первая скрипка
Bill Ellison
Акустическая бас-гитара
Bud Burridge
Труба
Cameron Adams
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Charles Pillow
Язычковые музыкальные инструменты
Christopher Sieber
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Daniel Breaker
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Entcho Todorov
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Greg Reuter
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Haven Burton
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Hiroko Taguchi
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Jack Bashkow
Язычковые музыкальные инструменты
Jacob Ming-Trent
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Jeanne LeBlanc
Виолончель
Jennifer Cody
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Jon Deley
Клавишные инструменты
Leah Greenhaus
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Lisa Ho
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Lisa Matricardi
Скрипка
Marissa O'Donnell
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Marty Lawson
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Morris Kainuma
Туба
Sarah Jane Everman
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Shane Shanahan
Ударные инструменты
T.O. Sterrett
Клавишные инструменты
Tony Kadleck
Труба
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Дэвид Линдси-Эбейр
Автор песен
Jeanine Tesori
Аранжировщик
Anne Kaye
Специалист по подготовке нот
John Clancy
Аранжировщик оркестра
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jeanine Tesori
Продюсер
Peter Hylenski
Сопродюсер
Lawrence Manchester
Миксинг-инженер
Alex Venguer
Инженер звукозаписи
Angie Teo
Инженер звукозаписи
Derik Lee
Ассистент инженера
Don Goodrick
Ассистент инженера
Greg Calbi
Мастеринг-инженер
Joan Marcus
Фотография
Tyler Van Dalen
Ассистент инженера
Слова
I had nothing in that tower
Fighting boredom by the hour.
Princess lonely
Walking circles
I had only...
Bare essentials
Army cot
A hot plate and chamber pot.
And every morning I would boil it.
No choice I had no toilet.
Just a view of devastation
Out one window, isolation
In my bedroom
And very little headroom
Twenty years I sat and waited
I'm very dedicated
On the walls the days were added
Luckily those walls were padded
So...
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat
Yeah
Yeah
Yeeeaaahh,
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat.
Oh you think so.
That was a sad story but
I've heard better I'm just saying
A for effort thanks for playing
Sad to see a princess suffer
But I had it rougher
Like that time a mob with torchers burned my britches
See the scorches
You're just whiney
I had a flaming hiney
As I fled I had to wonder
If I were torn asunder
Would an ogre go to Heaven
Did I mention I was seven?
So...
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I think I got you beat.
I think I got you beat.
No warm regards
No Christmas cards
And every day
Was hell on earth day.
Okay top this.
I missed my prom
My dad and mom sent me away,
It was my birthday.
I was sent away on Christmas Eve.
Haha.
No warm regards
(Bare essentials
Army cot a hot plate and chamber pot.)
No christmas cars
(And every morning I would boil it.
No choice I had no toilet.)
And every day was hell on earth day
(Just a view of devastation out one window,
Isolation in my bedroom and very little headroom)
My dad and mom send me away, it was my birthday
(Twenty years I sat and waited I'm very dedicated on the
Walls the days were added luckily those walls were padded)
I miss my prom
My dad and mom sent me away...
So...
So...
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah,
Yeah
I think I got you beat
I think I got you beat
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
YEAH
I think I got you beat
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hhhmmmm hmmm hmm hmmm
Hmmm hmmm hmmm hmm
Hm hm hmmmm hmm
Hm hm hmm hmm
Nananananana na
Nananananana na
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Writer(s): Jeanine Tesori, David Lindsay-abaire
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