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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
ROSÉ
ROSÉ
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chae Young Park
Chae Young Park
Songwriter:in
Jason Evigan
Jason Evigan
Songwriter:in
Wayne Hector
Wayne Hector
Songwriter:in
Freddy Wexler
Freddy Wexler
Songwriter:in
Gian Stone
Gian Stone
Songwriter:in
Ben Fielding
Ben Fielding
Songwriter:in
Dean Ussher
Dean Ussher
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
ROSÉ
ROSÉ
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Freddy Wexler
Freddy Wexler
Produzent:in
Gian Stone
Gian Stone
Produzent:in
Bryce Bordone
Bryce Bordone
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Will Quinnell
Will Quinnell
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mischtechniker:in

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And it crept up on us in the way that it does And the moment disappeared In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us Was it all just sleight of hand? Another trick that fate has played on us again Two heads in the sand I hear you talking, but I just can't understand Caught in no man's land between the wires Coming under friendly fire Can't go forward, can't go back again (back again) And it crept up on us in the way that it does And the moment disappeared In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us Flying high with both eyes closed Almost touched the sun, I guess we got too close Now I'm dancing on my own But the music's not as good when you're alone Caught in no man's land between the wires Coming under friendly fire Can't go forward, can't go back again And it crept up on us in the way that it does And the moment disappeared In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us We wanna talk, but we don't wanna listen We play pretend, but we both know it's missing If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute At least that's what I tell myself We wanna talk, but we don't wanna listen We play pretend, but we both know it's missin' If love burns too bright, it burns out in a minute At least that's what I tell myself And it crept up on us in the way that it does And the moment disappeared In the desert of us, all our tears turned to dust Now the roses don't grow here I guess that love does what it wants And that's just too bad for us
Writer(s): Wayne Anthony Hector, Benjamin David Fielding, Freddy Wexler, Jason Gregory Evigan, Dean Michael Ussher, Gian Michael Stone, Rose Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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