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INTERPRÉTATION
Caleb Followill
Caleb Followill
Chant
Nathan Followill
Nathan Followill
Batterie
Jared Followill
Jared Followill
Basse
Matthew Followill
Matthew Followill
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Caleb Followill
Caleb Followill
Paroles/Composition
Nathan Followill
Nathan Followill
Paroles/Composition
Jared Followill
Jared Followill
Paroles/Composition
Matthew Followill
Matthew Followill
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Angelo Petraglia
Angelo Petraglia
Production
Jacquire King
Jacquire King
Production
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Ingénieries complémentaires
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jon Stinson
Jon Stinson
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

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Lay where you're laying, don't make a sound I know they're watching, they're watching All the commotion, the kiddie like play Has people talking, talking You, your sex is on fire The dark of the alley, the breaking of day The head while I'm driving, I'm driving Soft lips are open, knuckles are pale Feels like you're dying, you're dying You, your sex is on fire Consumed with what's to transpire Hot as a fever, rattling bones I could just taste it, taste it If it's not forever, if it's just tonight Oh, it's still the greatest, the greatest, the greatest And you, your sex is on fire And you, your sex is on fire Consumed with what's to transpire And you, your sex is on fire Consumed with what's to transpire
Writer(s): Jared Followill, Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill, Matthew Followill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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