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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lola Young
Stimme und Gesang
Matt Zara
Gitarre
Conor Dickinson
Gitarre
Jared Solomon
Gitarre
Will Brown
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Lola Young
Songwriter:in
Matt Zara
Songwriter:in
Conor Dickinson
Songwriter:in
Jared Solomon
Songwriter:in
Will Brown
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Solomonophonic
Produzent:in
Matt Zara
Produzent:in
Manuka
Produzent:in
Jared Solomon
Ingenieur:in
Nathan Phillips
Mischtechniker:in
Dale Becker
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paroles
Can you come around, fuck me nice
Pull my hair, sing me lullabies?
And we can pretend that we're in love
When you come around, I'll wear red
I'll forget all the awful things you've ever said
No, we can pretend that we're in love
We can pretend that we're in love
Until I throw a punch, you call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
The next thing, the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead for a sec'
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
But then you come around at 10 p.m.
We watch TV, we break a bed
And we can pretend that we're in love
We can pretend that we're in love
Until I throw a punch, you call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
The next thing, the neighbor said she's calling the feds
And I wish you were dead for a sec'
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
You come around, fuck me nice
Pull my hair, sing me lullabies
Until I throw a punch and you call me a cunt
And that tips me over the edge
Ha, you throw my phone out the window
And next thing, the neighbor said she's calling the Feds
And I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead for a sec'
I wish you were dead
I wish you were dead
Writer(s): Lola Young, William Brown, Conor Dickinson, Jared Solomon, Matthew David Zara
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