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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Pat Monahan
Leadgesang
Espen Lind
Gitarre
Jimmy Stafford
Gitarre
Scott Underwood
Schlagzeug
Amund Björklund
Programmierung
Jerry Becker
Tasteninstrumente
Hector Maldonado
Bassgitarre
Brad Magers
Horn
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Pat Monahan
Songwriter:in
Espen Lind
Songwriter:in
Amund Björklund
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Espen Lind
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Amund Björklund
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Espionage
Produzent:in
Butch Walker
Co-Produzent:in
Francis Murray
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jake Sinclair
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Joby J. Ford
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
John Sinclair
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Matthew Colecchi
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Nathan Winter
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Mark Endert
Mischtechniker:in
Doug Johnson
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Stewart Whitmore
Schnitttechniker:in
Paroles
My heart is paralyzed
My head was oversized
I'll take the high road like I should
You said, "It's meant to be"
That, "It's not you, it's me"
You're leaving now for my own good
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
She went down in an airplane, fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
My pride still feels the sting
You were my everything
Someday I'll find a love like yours (a love like yours)
She'll think I'm Superman
Not super minivan
How could you leave on Yom Kippur?
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
Oh
Oh
Oh
I wanna live a thousand lives with you
I wanna be the one you're dying to love
But you don't want to
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
That's cool, but if my friends ask where you are, I'm gonna say
She went down in an airplane, fried getting suntanned
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She met a shark underwater, fell and no one caught her
I returned everything I ever bought her
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
She was caught in a mudslide, eaten by a lion
Got run over by a crappy purple Scion
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes
She dried up in the desert, drowned in a hot tub
Danced to death at an east side nightclub
Help me, help me, I'm all out of lies
And ways to say you died
Writer(s): Espen Lind, Amund Bjorklund, Pat Monahan
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