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Pino Palladino
Bass
Charles Myers
Akustische Gitarre
James Poyser
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Marta Bagratuni
Cello
Francesca Dardani
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Sulamit Gorski
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Tia Allen
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Abbey Smith
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mark Ronson
Produzent:in
Riccardo Damian
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Jess Camilleri
Ingenieurassistent:in
Eli Walker
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Carl Bespolka
Ingenieurassistent:in
Tom Elmhirst
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Randy Merrill
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Matthew "Young Matt" Scatchell
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Well, she slid down the hall in her socks and yelled, "Come outside"
No, no, no, nothing's wrong
I just happen to have a surprise
So we fell through the door like the autumn leaves
And I wrestled my brother down to his knees
Just to watch as her rocket shot into the October sky
There's a picture of us
In a layer of dust
On the mantle
Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left
'Cause you said you had to fly
In your October sky
Now I work in the city and I blend into the crowd
And the people grieve with me since the towers came down, down
You could cut the pollution with a butter knife
You could wake up at two and then party all night
But I'm missin' my mama, so I stand on the street and get high
There's a picture of us
Hidden in a layer of dust
On the mantle
Right by my cigarettes that I smoke since you left
'Cause you said you had to fly
In your October sky
Oh, woah, oh
And as I go back home to Memphis
I remember days that I
I was outside shootin' rockets
Almost as high, high
In your October
In your October
In your October
In your October
In your October sky
Writer(s): Abigail Smith
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