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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Raúl Esparza
Raúl Esparza
Vocals
Jerry Dixon
Jerry Dixon
Vocals
Amy Spanger
Amy Spanger
Vocals
Stephen Oremus
Stephen Oremus
Conductor
Matt Beck
Matt Beck
Guitar
Conrad Adderley
Conrad Adderley
Bass
Clayton Craddock
Clayton Craddock
Drums
Jon Weston
Jon Weston
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Larson
Jonathan Larson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Oremus
Stephen Oremus
Assistant Producer
Jeffrey Lesser
Jeffrey Lesser
Producer
Ed Rak
Ed Rak
Recording Engineer
Keith Shortread
Keith Shortread
Assistant Engineer
Iain Fraser
Iain Fraser
Assistant Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Steve Fallone
Steve Fallone
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Stop the clock Take time out Time to regroup Before you lose the bout Freeze the frame Back it up Time to refocus Before they wrap it up Years are getting shorter The lines on your face are getting longer Feel like you're treading water But the riptide's getting stronger Don't panic, don't jump ship Can't find it, like taxes At least it happens only once in your life They're singing, "Happy birthday" You just wanna lay down and cry Not just another birthday It's 30/90 Why can't you stay 29? Hell, you still feel like you're 22 Turn 30, 1990 Bang, you're dead What can you do? What can you do? What can you do? Clear the runway Make another pass Try one more approach Before you're out of gas Friends are getting fatter Hairs on you head are getting thinner Feel like a clean up batter On a team that ain't a winner Don't freak out, don't strike out Can't fight it, like City Hall At least you're not alone Your friends are there too They're singing, "Happy birthday" You just wish you could run away Who cares about a birthday? But 30/90, hey Can't you be optimistic? You're no longer the ingenue Turn 30, 1990 Boom! You're passé What can you do? What can you do? What can you do? Peter Pan and Tinkerbell Which way to Never Never Land? Emerald City's gone to hell Since the wizard blew off his command On the streets you hear the voices Lost children, crocodiles But you're not into Making choices, wicked witches Poppy fields, or men behind the curtain Tiger lilies, ruby slippers Clock is ticking, that's for certain They're singing, "Happy birthday" I just wish it all were a dream It feels much more like doomsday Fuck 30/90 Seems like I'm in for a twister I don't see a rainbow, do you? Turn 30 in the '90s Into my hands now The ball is passed I want the spoils, but not too fast The world is calling It's now or Neverland Why can't I stay a child forever, and 30/90 30/90 (30/90) 30/90 30/90 (30/90) 30/90 30, 30/90 What can I do? (30/90, 30, 30/90) What can I do?
Writer(s): Jonathan D. Larson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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