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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Барабаны
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Бэк-вокал
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Ведущий вокал
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Бас-гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Andy Hurley
Andy Hurley
Автор песен
Joe Trohman
Joe Trohman
Автор песен
Patrick Stump
Patrick Stump
Автор песен
Pete Wentz
Pete Wentz
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Neal Avron
Neal Avron
Миксинг-инженер
Erich Talaba
Erich Talaba
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Zeph Sowers
Zeph Sowers
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
George Gumbs
George Gumbs
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

I've loved everything about you that hurt So let me see your moves, let me see your moves Lips pressed close to mine, true blue But the prince of any failing empire knows that Everybody wants, everybody wants To drive on through the night, if it's a drive back home Things aren't the same anymore, some nights they get so bad You almost pick up the phone Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house In your shoes, you know it's strange It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you, whoa I've already given up on myself twice Third time is the charm, third time is the charm Threw caution to the wind, but I've got a lousy arm And I've traced your shadows on the wall, now I kiss them Whenever I'm down, whenever I'm down Figured I'm not figuring myself out Things aren't the same anymore, some nights, they get so bad I almost pick up the phone Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house In your shoes, know it's strange It's a strange way of saying that I know, I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you, whoa Born under a bad sign, you saved my life That night on the roof of your hotel "Cross my heart and hope to die, splintered from the headboard in my eye" Photo-proofed kisses I remembered so well Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house In your shoes, you know, it's strange It's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you I'm supposed to love you
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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