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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Lucy Shaw
Kontrabass
Corinne Bailey
Waldhorn
Richard Ashton
Waldhorn
Andrew Dost
Begleitgesang
Jack Antonoff
Gitarre
Nate Ruess
Leadgesang
Mark Frost
Posaune
Pat Hartley
Posaune
Trevor Mires
Posaune
Natalie Cavey
Bratsche
Jenny Sacha
Geige
Natalia Bonner
Geige
Stephanie Cavey
Geige
Sally Jackson
Geige
Chloé Vincent
Flöte
Emma Owens
Bratsche
Jane Olivor
Cello
Richard Bissill
Waldhorn
Roise Danvers
Cello
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jeff Bhasker
Songwriter:in
Andrew Dost
Songwriter:in
Jack Antonoff
Songwriter:in
Nate Ruess
Songwriter:in
Fun.
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jeff Bhasker
Produzent:in
Pete Bischoff
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Noah Goldstein
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
John Janick
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Andrew Dawson
Ingenieur:in
Tommy Danvers
Produzent:in
Paroles
I got enough on my mind
That when she pulls me by the hair
She hasn't much to hold onto
She keeping count on her hand
One, two, three days that I been sleeping on my side
I finished kissing my death
So now I head back up the steps
Thinkin' about where I've been
I mean the sun was never like this
I wanna feel with the season
I guess it makes sense
'Cause my life's become as vapid as
A night out in Los Angeles
And I just want to stay in bed
And hold you like I used to
You know that I am home
So darling if you love me
Would you let me know?
Or go on, go on, go on
If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packing up my stuff?
She got enough on her mind
That she feel no sorrow
I let my fate fill the air
So now she rollin' down her window
Never been one to hold on
But I need a last breath
So I ask if she remembers when
She used to come and visit me
We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong
Or go on, go on, go on
If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feelin' that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much
I'll move back down
To this western town
When they find me out
Make no mistake about it
I'll move back down
To this western town
When they find me out
Make no mistake about it
I'll move back down (Go on, go on, go on)
To this western town (If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come)
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
Go on, go on, go on
If you were thinkin' that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
For once, for once, for once
I get the feelin' that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one always packin' up my stuff?
I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much
I'll move back down
Writer(s): Jeffrey Bhasker, Jack Michael Antonoff, Nathaniel Joseph Ruess, Andrew Dost
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