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The Regrettes - Dress Up [Dance Video]
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
The Regrettes
The Regrettes
Исполнитель
Lydia Night
Lydia Night
Ведущий вокал
Genessa Gariano
Genessa Gariano
Гитара
Sage Nicole
Sage Nicole
Бас
Drew Thomsen
Drew Thomsen
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Lydia Night
Lydia Night
Автор песен
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Продюсер
Alonzo Lazaro
Alonzo Lazaro
Ассистент инженера
Henry Lunetta
Henry Lunetta
Инженер обработки
Adam Hawkins
Adam Hawkins
Миксинг-инженер
Brent Arrowood
Brent Arrowood
Инженер
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

You wanna go, but think you should stay here Can't touch my toes, but I can be a savior Know that it's been said before But I'll say it again, louder, for sure I made a promise, I might've messed up I said I'd be there, but I'll play dress up I know if you'll just hold my hand Then you'll understand Yeah, you'll understand Don't think I don't wanna hear your voice (Your voice, your, your voice!) 'Cause, all I wanted was your voice But my head was clogged, and my toes were numb I got a million excuses sitting under my thumb And we know You wanna let go I know you're hurtin', you need a band-aid You got a cut and I was the blade I wanna be the thing you need But I'm just a little stuck in my sorry routine Remember when we would spend all night On your kitchen floor, laughin' 'bout some fight I wish that I could drink your tea But some people change when they move to the valley Don't think I don't wanna hear your voice (Your voice, your, your voice!) 'Cause, all I wanted was your voice But my head was clogged, and my toes were numb I got a million excuses on the tip of my tongue And we know You wanna let go Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh I love you, I love you, I love you, I'm sorry I love you, I love you, I love you, I'm sorry I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, but I'm lying I love you, I love you I love you, I'm so sorry! Don't think I don't wanna hear your voice (Your voice, your, your voice!) 'Cause, all I wanted was your voice But my head was clogged, and my toes were numb I've got a million excuses, waiting for the run And we know Yeah, we know You wanna let go
Writer(s): Lydia Victoria Night, Mike Elizondo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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