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The National - Coat On A Hook (Lyric Video)
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Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Фортепиано
Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
Вокал
Bryan Devendorf
Bryan Devendorf
Барабаны
Bryce Dessner
Bryce Dessner
Гитара
Sō Percussion
Sō Percussion
Маримба
James McAlister
James McAlister
Барабаны
Kyle Resnick
Kyle Resnick
Труба
Lisa Hannigan
Lisa Hannigan
Дополнительный вокал
Mouse On Mars
Mouse On Mars
Программирование
Ben Lanz
Ben Lanz
Тромбон
Thomas Bartlett
Thomas Bartlett
Фортепиано
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Aaron Dessner
Aaron Dessner
Композитор
Matt Berninger
Matt Berninger
Тексты песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
The National
The National
Продюсер
Bella Blasko
Bella Blasko
Инженер
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Мастеринг-инженер
Jonathan Low
Jonathan Low
Миксинг-инженер
Peter Katis
Peter Katis
Инженер
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Мастеринг-инженер
Tucker Martine
Tucker Martine
Продюсер

Слова

Don't leave me here at this party Like a coat on a hook Two days, we're still not talking You're the opposite of an open book Come back for me Everyone's nervous and looking at their feet I ask the same questions to everyone I see What am I missing? Where have you been? What if they ask me about it? Where would I begin? Friendships are melting, nothing is helping Nothing's worth keeping, promises cheapen From the beginning, I've had you in my mind Been dead slow swimming to you In the dead low tide This isn't your problem, believe me I know how I sound Don't feel like myself anymore When you're not around Friendships are melting, nothing is helping Nothing's worth keeping, promises cheapen Two years since I last saw you last curling Your hair with your pistol, telling me not to be So melodramatic I'll be waving red flashlights on a roof on an island You always come back from things like this Don't leave me here at this party Like a coat on a hook Two days, we're still not talking You're the opposite of an open book Come back for me Everyone's nervous and looking at their feet I ask the same questions to everyone I see Where are the ninety-nines? Everyone's missing It's like a confession with nobody listening Friendships are melting, nothing is helping Nothing's worth keeping, promises cheapen Two years since I saw you last curling Your hair with your pistol, telling me not to be So melodramatic It warms my face and gets my hands to open Snakes in the water paths of our silverware soften Like it says on the prescription Don't leave me here at this party Like a coat on a hook
Writer(s): Matthew Donald Berninger, Aaron Brooking Dessner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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