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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Stimme und Gesang
Todd Prichard
Todd Prichard
Gitarre
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Programmierung
The Roommates
The Roommates
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Songwriter:in
Sam Homaee
Sam Homaee
Songwriter:in
Jon Wienner
Jon Wienner
Songwriter:in
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Dominic Fike
Dominic Fike
Produzent:in
Sam Homaee
Sam Homaee
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jon Wienner
Jon Wienner
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Julián Cruz
Julián Cruz
Produzent:in
The Roommates
The Roommates
Produzent:in
Ryan Dulude
Ryan Dulude
Ingenieurassistent:in
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mischtechniker:in
Robin Florent
Robin Florent
Ingenieur:in
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Ingenieurassistent:in
Jeremie Inhaber
Jeremie Inhaber
Ingenieurassistent:in
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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I only showed up to tell you Everyone at this party's a vampire This ain't red wine We're all food for the bloodsuckers Movin' up under the moonlight Like the vampires Baby, careful inside where you step Can you feel the weight of the eyes on your neck? Passed me on the way down descendin' the stairs And the whole room is watchin' while pretendin' to dance It was close 'cause you don't know if you're standin' a chance On your own, right, I know you didn't make any plans And when the clock strikes twelve at night, you be doin' hella white With somebody you don't even like, talkin' 'bout your life One, two Are we dead, is this really red wine? Will you feel and live, die? Yeah Take me back when I'm feelin' stressed out 'Cause it's nearing that time I only showed up to tell you Everyone at this party's a vampire This ain't red wine We're all food for the bloodsuckers Movin' up under the moonlight Like the vampires They can tell that your mind is a mess (mind is a mess) Take someone you don't even like to your bed When it's over, you roll out, you come down the stairs And there's no sign, the party vanished into thin air Just like a ghost town, your best friends weren't even there And the whole time, you realized you don't even care When that alarm strikes seven like, goin' on your feather-white Bed of white lies, last night was a set up One, two Are we dead, is this really red wine? Will you feel and live, die? Yeah Take me back when I'm feelin' stressed out 'Cause it's nearing that time I only showed up to tell you Everyone at this party's a vampire This ain't red wine We're all food for the bloodsuckers Movin' up under the moonlight Like the vampires
Writer(s): Dominic Fike, Jonathan Wienner, Sam Homaee, Matt Carlson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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