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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Benson Boone
Benson Boone
Chant
John Ryan
John Ryan
Chœurs
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Programmation
Mags Duval
Mags Duval
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Benson Boone
Benson Boone
Paroles/Composition
John Ryan
John Ryan
Paroles/Composition
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Paroles/Composition
Mags Duval
Mags Duval
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
John Ryan
John Ryan
Production
Julian Bunetta
Julian Bunetta
Production
Jeff Gunnell
Jeff Gunnell
Ingénierie
Alex Ghenea
Alex Ghenea
Ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Brand-new apartment, we sat on the floor A blow-up mattress and some plastic forks Our clothes on the counter, keys in the door You're all that I wanted, never been so sure Chances are The future will take us places that we can't imagine yet And chances are Yours is the face I could never forget But suddenly nothing is the way that it was Is this what it feels like to love someone? Don't know what you had until it's gone Is this what it feels like to love someone? Love someone, love someone Empty apartment, I'm sad on the floor A blow-up mattress and a plastic fork Fighting the flashbacks that creep through the door I stare at the ceiling and I try to ignore Chances are We're gonna tell ourselves this is how it's supposed to be And chances are This isn't the last time I'll dance with your memory And suddenly nothing is the way that it was Is this what it feels like to love someone? Don't know what you had until it's gone Is this what it feels like to love someone? Love someone, love someone Maybe sweet, maybe strange Maybe pain's the price you pay To love someone, to love someone And suddenly nothing is the way that it was Is this what it feels like to love someone?
Writer(s): John Ryan, Julian Collin Bunetta, Maggie Chapman, Benson Boone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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