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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bastille
Performer
Charlie Barnes
Background Vocals
Dan Smith
Vocals
Vincent Barnes
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Crew
Composer
Dan Smith
Composer
Dan Priddy
Composer
Phil Plested
Composer
Charlie Barnes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Barnes
Producer
Oli Morgan
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Oh, when you got the call
That no one wants to have
Sick of hospitals
To paper over cracks
You weren't scared at all
But never turned away
Well, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all
Stop
Stop signs, run 'em, bills, don't pay 'em
Who would care at all?
Burn your money
Ain't worth nothing on your curtain call
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
When you're gone, gone
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
So your future's lost
But they can't take your past
And you said no tears 'round here anymore
But I ain't crying
That's you crying
Well, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all
'Cause there'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
When you're gone, gone
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
'Cause there'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
When you're gone, gone
There'll be no bad days
You'll have no more bad days
No more bad days, oh-oh
You'll have no more
You'll have no more
You'll have no more
Writer(s): Daniel Robin Priddy, Daniel Campbell Smith, Mark Blair Crew, Philip John Plested
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