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Luke Pritchard
Luke Pritchard
Вокал
Hugh Harris
Hugh Harris
Бэк-вокал
Max Rafferty
Max Rafferty
Бэк-вокал
Paul Garred
Paul Garred
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Luke Pritchard
Luke Pritchard
Автор песен
Hugh Harris
Hugh Harris
Автор песен
Max Rafferty
Max Rafferty
Автор песен
Paul Garred
Paul Garred
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
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Todd Burke
Todd Burke
Инженер звукозаписи
Ben Mason
Ben Mason
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Keith Gary
Keith Gary
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Will Hensley
Will Hensley
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Мастеринг-инженер
Iain Dowling
Iain Dowling
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

So at my show on Monday I was hoping that someday You'd be on your way to better things It's not about your make-up Or how you try to shape up To these tiresome paper dreams Paper dreams honey So now you pour your heart out You're telling me you're far out You're all about to lie down for your cause But you don't pull my strings Cause I'm a better man Moving on to better things But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day And at the show on Tuesday She was in her mindset Tempered firs and spangled boots Looks are deceiving Making me believe it And these tiresome paper dreams Paper dreams honey, yeah So won't you go far Tell me you're a keeper You're all about to lie down for your cause But you don't pull my strings because Cause I'm a better man Moving on to better things But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day Yes our wish's that we never made it Through all the summers We kept them up instead of Kicking us back down to the suburbs Yes our wish's that we never made it Through all the summers We kept them up instead of Kicking us back down to the suburbs But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day But uh oh, I love her because She moves in her own way But uh oh, she came to my show Just to hear about my day
Writer(s): Luke Pritchard, Hugh Murray Harris, Paul James Garred, Max Clarke Rafferty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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