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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Stimme und Gesang
Brandy Clark
Brandy Clark
Stimme und Gesang
Phil Hanseroth
Phil Hanseroth
Bass
Josh Neumann
Josh Neumann
Cello
Monique Ross
Monique Ross
Cello
Matt Chamberlain
Matt Chamberlain
Schlagzeug
Dave Mackay
Dave Mackay
Klavier
Kyleen King
Kyleen King
Bratsche
Chauntee Ross
Chauntee Ross
Geige
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Brandy Clark
Brandy Clark
Songwriter:in
Michael Pollack
Michael Pollack
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Produzent:in
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Brandon Bell
Brandon Bell
Mischtechniker:in

Letras

(Whoo, whoo)
Dear insecurity (whoo), oh, we meet again
Don't try to flirt with me, you're not really my friend
But you take up half this bed, livin' rent-free in my head
Oh, insecurity (whoo), you show up in my mirror
Point out the worst in me (whoo), you whisper in my ear
That my lips are way too thin, too many miles on my skin
If I can't find a way, to get you gone
Can't we find a way to get along, along, along?
You're careless, and you're cruel, and, oh, you're mindless
Maybe you could try a little kindness (yeah)
Instead of hurtin' me
Oh, insecurity, now where did you come from?
Your immaturity, is the thing I can't outrun
You're a mean girl, you're a bully, and I hope you're havin' fun
Hey, insecurity, you try on all my clothes
It just occurred to me that you may live in my phone
You tell me I don't fit in, push me close to quittin'
If I can't find a way to get you gone
Can't we find a way to get along, along, along
You're careless, and you're cruel, and, oh, you're mindless
Maybe you could try a little kindness
Instead of hurtin' me
'Cause insecurity, this time feels like love
She's really sure of me, so, please don't fuck this up
If you cut in on this dance, I may never get another chance
I'll never find a way to get you gone
Wish I could find a way to know you're wrong, you're wrong, you're wrong
You're careless, and you're cruel, and, oh, you're mindless
Maybe you could try a little kindness
Instead of hurtin' (instead of hurtin' me), why you hurtin' me
Insecurity?
(Whoo, yeah, whoo)
Welcome home, Brandy Clark (thank you)
Thank you (I love that song)
Written by: Brandy Clark, Michael Pollack
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