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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Pierces
The Pierces
Stimme und Gesang
Christian Langdon
Christian Langdon
E-Gitarre
Stella Mozgawa
Stella Mozgawa
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Cat Pierce
Cat Pierce
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Christian Langdon
Christian Langdon
Produzent:in
Chris Claypool
Chris Claypool
Ingenieur:in
Dave Schwerkolt
Dave Schwerkolt
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Ken Andrews
Ken Andrews
Mischtechniker:in
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

I can see just who you are
You are, you are the missing part
The only living boy left in the world
What's the city done to you?
You're walking down Fifth Avenue
You're looking for salvation in a girl
If you give what you receive
It comes down to what you believe
Do you believe you're someone should be loved
Life is like a loaded gun
Pointed at the lonely ones
Will the final bullet be enough?
You're the creation, you're the reason
You're the rising sun and the colors in my mind
You're the changing of the seasons
You're the growing old and the passing of the time
You live, you learn, you laugh, you cry
And you can never get enough
You drink, you dance, you fight, you die
And maybe you believe in love
I believe you want to be
You want to be good company
But everything you say gets turned around
So you decide to be alone
You disconnect your telephone
And run off to some place you can't be found
Everybody needs a friend
Who will love you in the end?
Can you be somebody that you trust?
Change your mind and change your life
Find yourself a pretty wife
And be a man until you turn to dust
You're the creation, you're the reason
You're the rising sun and the colors in my mind
You're the changing of the seasons
You're the growing old and the passing of the time
You live, you learn, you laugh, you cry
And you can never get enough
You drink, you dance, you fight, you die
And maybe you believe in love
You're the creation, you're the reason
You're the rising sun and the colors in my mind
You're the changing of the seasons
You're the growing old and the passing of the time
You live, you learn, you laugh, you cry
And you can never get enough
You drink, you dance, you fight, you die
And maybe you believe in love
And maybe you believe in love
Written by: Catherine Pierce
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