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The Strokes - Why Are Sundays So Depressing (Official Audio)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Julian Casablancas
Julian Casablancas
Вокал
Nikolai Fraiture
Nikolai Fraiture
Бас-гитара
Albert Hammond Jr
Albert Hammond Jr
Гитара
Fabrizio Moretti
Fabrizio Moretti
Барабаны
Nick Valensi
Nick Valensi
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Julian Casablancas
Julian Casablancas
Автор песен
Albert Hammond Jr
Albert Hammond Jr
Композитор
Fabrizio Moretti
Fabrizio Moretti
Композитор
Nick Valensi
Nick Valensi
Композитор
Nikolai Fraiture
Nikolai Fraiture
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Миксинг-инженер
Pete Min
Pete Min
Инженер
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Ассистент инженера
Dylan Neustadter
Dylan Neustadter
Ассистент инженера
Kevin Smith
Kevin Smith
Ассистент инженера
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Мастеринг-инженер
Stewart Whitmore
Stewart Whitmore
Мастеринг-инженер
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Продюсер

Слова

I sing a song, I paint a picture My baby's gone, but I don't miss her Like a swan, I don't miss swimming All my friends left, and they don't miss me Can't take it, babe Your body talks to me Like in a movie, babe I let it resonate, yeah I want your time (time, time) Don't ask me questions (questions, questions) That you don't want (want, want) The answers to (to, to) I love you in the morning, so you know it's no lie You're hidin' in the background but you wanna be found You've got me on my back and now I've gotta think fast You're hidin' in the background but you wanna be found I take it easy, babe, I I get down, it's automatic, uh I've come to believin' that That too much time is evil I transition in I'm making your body wait Like on an aeroplane Please, baby, take me away, yeah I want your time (time, time) Don't ask me questions (questions, questions) That you don't want (want, want) The answers to (to, to) I know I know I know I know I kinda miss the nine to five, yeah Do not think that you can hide I scramble, fight just like a child Hey, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah I'm stayin' hungry, I'm stayin' hungry I'm stayin' hungry, I'm stayin' hungry Not gettin' angry, I'm stayin' hungry Not gettin' angry, still stayin' hungry Yeah (Hold on, hold on, hold) (The click was always in you Fab) (It was never on) (It was never on)
Writer(s): Julian Casablancas, Nick Valensi, Nikolai Fraiture, Fabrizio Moretti, Albert Hammond Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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