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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Sam Smith
Sam Smith
Вокал
Mojam
Mojam
Программирование
Darren Heelis
Darren Heelis
Программирование
Sylvester Earl Harvin
Sylvester Earl Harvin
Барабаны
Mustafa Omer
Mustafa Omer
Программирование
James Murray
James Murray
Программирование
Reuben James
Reuben James
Фортепиано
Jodi Milliner
Jodi Milliner
Бас-гитара
Matt Prime
Matt Prime
Клавишные инструменты
Ben Thomas
Ben Thomas
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Sam Smith
Sam Smith
Автор песен
Matt Prime
Matt Prime
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jimmy Napes
Jimmy Napes
Продюсер
Steve Fitzmaurice
Steve Fitzmaurice
Миксинг-инженер
Mojam
Mojam
Продюсер
Darren Heelis
Darren Heelis
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Mike Horner
Mike Horner
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Мастеринг-инженер
Aya Merrill
Aya Merrill
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher when your soul is damned He could be your lawyer on a witness stand But he'll never love you like I can, can He could be a stranger, you gave a second glance He could be a trophy of a one-night stand He could have your humor, but I don't understand, 'cause He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but They'll never love you like I can, can, can They'll never love you like I can, can A chance encounter of circumstance Baby, he's a mantra, keeps your mind entranced He could be a silence in this mayhem But then again, he'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but They'll never love you like I can, can, can They'll never love you like I can, can, can He'll never love you like I can, can, can We both have demons, that we can't stand I love your demons, like devils can If you're still seeking an honest man Then stop deceiving Lord, please Why are you lookin' down all the wrong roads? When mine is the heart and the salt of the soul There may be lovers who hold out their hands, but They'll never love you like I can, can, can They'll never love you like I can, can, can He'll never love you like I can, can, can
Writer(s): Samuel Frederick Smith, Matthew Alan Prime Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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