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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Luke Pritchard
Luke Pritchard
Stimme und Gesang
Hugh Harris
Hugh Harris
Begleitgesang
Max Rafferty
Max Rafferty
Begleitgesang
Paul Garred
Paul Garred
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Luke Pritchard
Luke Pritchard
Songwriter:in
Hugh Harris
Hugh Harris
Songwriter:in
Max Rafferty
Max Rafferty
Songwriter:in
Paul Garred
Paul Garred
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
Produzent:in
Todd Burke
Todd Burke
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ben Mason
Ben Mason
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Keith Gary
Keith Gary
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Will Hensley
Will Hensley
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Iain Dowling
Iain Dowling
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

So, at my show on Monday, I was hoping someday You'd be on your way to better things It's not about your make-up or how you try to shape up To these tiresome paper dreams Paper dreams, honey So, now you pour your heart out, you're telling me you're far out But not about to lie down for your cause But you don't pull my strings 'Cause I'm a better man moving on to better things Well, uh-oh, oh, I love her because she moves in her own way Well, uh-oh, oh, she came to my show just to hear about my day And at the show on Tuesday, she was in hеr mind, see Tempered furs and spanglеd boots Looks are deceiving, make me believe it And these tiresome paper dreams Paper dreams, honey, yeah So, won't you go far, tell them you're a keeper Not about to lie down for your cause And you don't pull my strings 'Cause I'm a better man moving on to better things Well, uh-oh, oh, I love her because she moves in her own way Well, uh-oh, oh, she came to my show just to hear about my day Yes, I wish that we never made it there through all the summers And kept them up instead of kicking us back down to the suburbs Yes, I wish that we never made it there through all the summers And kept them up instead of kicking us back down to the suburbs But, uh-oh, I love her because she moves in her own way But, uh-oh, she came to my show just to hear about my day But, uh-oh, oh, I love her because she moves in her own way But, uh-oh, oh, she came to my show just to hear about my day
Writer(s): Luke Pritchard, Max Clarke Rafferty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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