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Jordan Fish
Jordan Fish
Программирование
Lee Malia
Lee Malia
Гитара
Matthew Nicholls
Matthew Nicholls
Барабаны
Matt Kean
Matt Kean
Бас-гитара
Oli Sykes
Oli Sykes
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Matt Kean
Matt Kean
Автор песен
Jordan Fish
Jordan Fish
Автор песен
Lee Malia
Lee Malia
Автор песен
Matthew Nicholls
Matthew Nicholls
Автор песен
Oli Sykes
Oli Sykes
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jordan Fish
Jordan Fish
Продюсер
Romesh Dodangoda
Romesh Dodangoda
Инженер
Daniel Morris
Daniel Morris
Ассистент инженера
Alejandro Baima
Alejandro Baima
Ассистент инженера
Francesco Cameli
Francesco Cameli
Ассистент инженера
Dan Lancaster
Dan Lancaster
Миксинг-инженер
Rhys May
Rhys May
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Мастеринг-инженер
Oli Sykes
Oli Sykes
Продюсер

Слова

Some people are a lot like clouds, you know 'Cause life's so much brighter when they go You rained on my heart for far too long Couldn't see the thunder for the storm Because I cut my teeth and bit my tongue 'Til my mouth was dripping blood But I never dished the dirt, just held my breath While you dragged me through the mud I don't know why I tried to save you 'cause I can't save you from yourself When all you give a shit about is everybody else And you just can't quit, why don't you deal with it? I think it's time to stop You need a taste of your own medicine 'Cause I'm sick to death of swallowing Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you Act like nothing's real like you So I'm sorry for this, it might sting a bit Some people are a lot like clouds, you know 'Cause life's so much brighter when they go And I spent too long in a place I don't belong I couldn't see the thunder for the storm But you won't admit, why don't you get a grip? 'Cause you can't keep going on and on and on and on like this And you just can't quit, why don't you deal with it? I think it's time to stop You need a taste of your own medicine 'Cause I'm sick to death of swallowing Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you Act like nothing's real like you So I'm sorry for this, it might sting a bit 'Cause I cut my teeth and bit my tongue 'Til my mouth was dripping blood But I never dished the dirt, just held my breath While you dragged me through the mud Yeah, I cut my teeth and bit my tongue 'Til my mouth was dripping blood But I never dished the dirt, just held my breath While you dragged me through the mud And you just can't quit, why don't you deal with it? I think it's time to stop You need a taste of your own medicine 'Cause I'm sick to death of swallowing Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you Act like nothing's real like you So I'm sorry for this, it might sting a bit Taste of your own medicine Yeah, I'm sick to death of swallowing Watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you Act like nothing's real like you So I'm sorry for this, it might sting a bit Some people are a lot like clouds, you know 'Cause life's so much brighter when they go
Writer(s): Oliver Scott Sykes, Lee David Malia, Matthew Kean, Matthew Stephen Nicholls, Jordan Keith Attwood Fish Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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