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Titres les plus populaires de Fall Out Boy
Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Butch Walker
Begleitgesang
Pete Wentz
Bassgitarre
Jake Sinclair
Begleitgesang
Andy Hurley
Schlagzeug
Joe Trohman
Gitarre
Patrick Stump
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Pete Wentz
Komponist:in
Andy Hurley
Komponist:in
Joe Trohman
Komponist:in
Patrick Stump
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Fall Out Boy
Co-Produzent:in
Butch Walker
Produzent:in
Jake Sinclair
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Todd Stopera
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
David Sardy
Mischtechniker:in
Greg Calbi
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paroles
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
I'm here to collect your hearts
It's the only reason that I sing
I don't believe a word you say but I can't stop listening
This the story of how they met
Her picture was on the back of a pack of cigarettes
And when she touches him, he turned ruby red
A story that they'll never forget, never forget
And all the boys are smoking Menthols
Girls are getting backrubs
I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough
My old aches become new again
My old friends become exes again
Woah, where did the party go?
We're ending it on the phone
I'm not gonna go home alone
Woah, where did the party go?
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Yeah
I know I expect too much
And not enough all at once
You know I only wanted fun
Then you got me all fucked up on love
Oh, I looked for your name on the Ouija board
And you're naked magic, oh dear Lord
You and me are the difference between real love
And the love on T.V.
Love on T.V.
And all the boys are smoking menthols
Girls are getting backrubs
I will drift to you if you make yourself shake fast enough
My old aches become new again
My old friends become exes again, yeah
Woah, where did the party go?
We're ending it on the phone
I'm not gonna go home alone
Woah, where did the party go?
Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na
We were the kids who screamed
We weren't the same
In sweaty rooms
Now, we're doomed to organizing walk-in closets like tombs
Silent film stars stuck in talking cinema life
So let's fade away together one dream at a time
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Whoa, where did the party go?
We're ending it on the phone
I'm not gonna go home alone
Whoa, where did the party go?
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Na-na na-na na, na-na na-na na
Writer(s): Peter Wentz, Andrew Hurley, Patrick Stump, Joseph Trohman
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