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出演艺人
Scott Helman
Scott Helman
演唱
Thomas "Tawgs" Salter
Thomas "Tawgs" Salter
Programming
Tim Baltes
Tim Baltes
作曲和作词
Scott Tyler Schwartz
Scott Tyler Schwartz
词曲作者
Thomas "Tawgs" Salter
Thomas "Tawgs" Salter
词曲作者
制作和工程
Scott Helman
Scott Helman
制作人
Thomas "Tawgs" Salter
Thomas "Tawgs" Salter
制作人
Joe Zook
Joe Zook
混音工程师

歌词

You hate your chin, and I hate my collarbone My ribs are too big, and you'd buy another nose If you could afford it with all of the change You make at the tables you wait My hair is boring, and you hate the sound of your Voice in recordings, and ever since we packed up And left Philadelphia, we thought the light Of the coast would make everything right, but We are broken People holding Onto something But I wanna hold onto you, yeah Remember the night that we cursed yesterday Facing a mirror, planning our getaway? Now it makes it easier now that we know That I love your chin, and you love my collarbone Here's to the arm that you broke in sixth grade, and it Never really healed and it gets in the way, and I Know that you hate it, but I love the shape Of how the "K" looks when you write your name We are broken People holding Onto something But I wanna hold onto you, yeah Remember the night that we cursed yesterday Facing a mirror, planning our getaway? Now it makes it easier now that we know That I love your chin, and you love my collarbone I spent my life learning to hate myself You spent the night, you told me to shut my mouth Now it makes it easier now that we know That I love your chin, and you love my collarbone We are broken (yeah) People holding (you love my, you love my, yeah) Onto something But I wanna hold onto you, yeah Remember the night that we cursed yesterday Facing a mirror, planning our getaway? Now it makes it easier now that we know That I love your chin, and you love my collarbone I spent my life learning to hate myself You spent the night, you told me to shut my mouth Now it makes it easier now that we know That I love your chin, and you love my collarbone (Oh) (Oh) Keys in the car, yeah, we can go anywhere Aim for the stars, but you know we're famous here Rolling around on a ten-dollar rug Your chin in my collarbone fits like a hand in a glove
Writer(s): Thomas Salter, Scott Helman, Scott Tyler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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