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Normandie - Serotonin (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Normandie
Normandie
Performer
Philip Strand
Philip Strand
Lead Vocals
Anton Franzon
Anton Franzon
Drums
Håkan Almblad
Håkan Almblad
Electric Bass Guitar
Oscar Westlin Ögren
Oscar Westlin Ögren
Choir
Filip Burman
Filip Burman
Choir
Emil Carlson
Emil Carlson
Choir
Adrian Zelmani
Adrian Zelmani
Choir
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Philip Strand
Philip Strand
Songwriter
Anton Franzon
Anton Franzon
Songwriter
Håkan Almblad
Håkan Almblad
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Philip Strand
Philip Strand
Producer
Anton Franzon
Anton Franzon
Producer
Grant Berry
Grant Berry
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I need blood I can't seem to love without hurting So fill me up with serotonin (Fill me up with serotonin, fill me up with serotonin) Face down on the front line, two hearts, only one gun Have you ever had the feeling you're your own worst enemy? Trip switch and it's goodbye, red lights 'til I black out Then we do it again, yeah, we do it again, I I should've seen it coming for miles We're dancing on the edge of a knife I need blood I can't seem to love without hurting My head is at war with my heart I swear that I'm all out of hoping So fill me up with serotonin Fill me up with serotonin (Fill me up with serotonin) So close to a flat line, green thoughts on a blue mind Have you ever had the feeling you're your own worst enemy? Put me in the ICU, I need a miracle Oh, I need a miracle I should've seen it coming for miles We're dancing on the edge of a knife I need blood I can't seem to love without hurting My head is at war with my heart I swear that I'm all out of hoping So fill me up with serotonin Fill me up with serotonin (Fill me up with serotonin) I fall to the bottom, my head is above the clouds If hope was a weapon, then love would be suicide I fall to the bottom, my head is above the clouds If hope was a weapon, if hope was a weapon I fall to the bottom, my head is above the clouds If hope was a weapon, then love would be suicide I fall to the bottom, my head is above the clouds If hope was a weapon I need blood I can't seem to love without hurting My head is at war with my heart I swear that I'm all out of hoping So fill me up with serotonin Fill me up with serotonin I swear my heart is out of hoping So fill me up with serotonin Fill me up with serotonin
Writer(s): Philip Strand, Anton Franzon, Haakan Almblad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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