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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Maggie Rogers
Stimme und Gesang
Ian Fitchuk
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Maggie Rogers
Songwriter:in
Ian Fitchuk
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Maggie Rogers
Produzent:in
Ian Fitchuk
Produzent:in
Shawn Everett
Mischtechniker:in
Ian Gold
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
John Rooney
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Konrad Snyder
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Lauren Marquez
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Michael Deano
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Josh Moore
Schnitttechniker:in
Emily Lazar
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jack Manning
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Lauren Marquer
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Michael Dean
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Paroles
My friend Sally's getting married
And to me, that sounds so scary
I'm still trying to clean up my side of the street
Can't imagine what would happen
'Cause I'm still acting out of habit
Hoping dirty words just don't escape my teeth
Oh, but every time I try just a little
Promise that I'll meet in the middle
Always find my way back to my feet
So close the door and change the channel
Give me something I can handle
A good lover or someone that's nice to me
Take my money, wreck my Sundays
Love me 'til your next somebody
Oh, but promise me that when it's time to leave
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
My friend Molly's got a guy she
Swears to God could be her family
Says he's got the greenest eyes you've ever seen
But it's crazy all the days she spends
Just following him to parties
She seems happy, oh, but that's not love to me
Oh, but every time I try just a little
Promise that I'll meet in the middle
But always my find my way back to my feet
So close the door and change the channel
Give me something I can handle
A good lover or someone that's nice to me
Take my money, wreck my Sundays
Love me 'til your next somebody
Oh, and promise me that when it's time to leave
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
And maybe I'm dead wrong
Maybe I was bitter from the winter all along
Maybe there's a stranger standing, holding out for love
Just waiting on the next street
Just for me
Oh, just for me
So close the door and change the channel
Give me something I can handle
A good lover or someone that's nice to me
Take my money, wreck my Sundays
Love me 'til your next somebody
Oh, but promise me that when it's time to leave
Oh, won't you promise me that when it's time to leave?
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
Writer(s): Ian Fitchuk, Margaret Debay Rogers
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