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The Strokes - Why Are Sundays So Depressing (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Julian Casablancas
Julian Casablancas
Vocals
Nikolai Fraiture
Nikolai Fraiture
Bass Guitar
Albert Hammond Jr
Albert Hammond Jr
Guitar
Fabrizio Moretti
Fabrizio Moretti
Drums
Nick Valensi
Nick Valensi
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Julian Casablancas
Julian Casablancas
Songwriter
Albert Hammond Jr
Albert Hammond Jr
Composer
Fabrizio Moretti
Fabrizio Moretti
Composer
Nick Valensi
Nick Valensi
Composer
Nikolai Fraiture
Nikolai Fraiture
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Mixing Engineer
Pete Min
Pete Min
Engineer
Rob Bisel
Rob Bisel
Assistant Engineer
Dylan Neustadter
Dylan Neustadter
Assistant Engineer
Kevin Smith
Kevin Smith
Assistant Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Stewart Whitmore
Stewart Whitmore
Mastering Engineer
Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
Producer

Lyrics

I sing a song, I paint a picture My baby's gone, but I don't miss her Like a swan, I don't miss swimming All my friends left, and they don't miss me Can't take it, babe Your body talks to me Like in a movie, babe I let it resonate, yeah I want your time (time, time) Don't ask me questions (questions, questions) That you don't want (want, want) The answers to (to, to) I love you in the morning, so you know it's no lie You're hidin' in the background but you wanna be found You've got me on my back and now I've gotta think fast You're hidin' in the background but you wanna be found I take it easy, babe, I I get down, it's automatic, uh I've come to believin' that That too much time is evil I transition in I'm making your body wait Like on an aeroplane Please, baby, take me away, yeah I want your time (time, time) Don't ask me questions (questions, questions) That you don't want (want, want) The answers to (to, to) I know I know I know I know I kinda miss the nine to five, yeah Do not think that you can hide I scramble, fight just like a child Hey, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah I'm stayin' hungry, I'm stayin' hungry I'm stayin' hungry, I'm stayin' hungry Not gettin' angry, I'm stayin' hungry Not gettin' angry, still stayin' hungry Yeah (Hold on, hold on, hold) (The click was always in you Fab) (It was never on) (It was never on)
Writer(s): Julian Casablancas, Nick Valensi, Nikolai Fraiture, Fabrizio Moretti, Albert Hammond Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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