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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bastille
Bastille
Performer
Charlie Barnes
Charlie Barnes
Background Vocals
Dan Smith
Dan Smith
Vocals
Vincent Barnes
Vincent Barnes
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Crew
Mark Crew
Composer
Dan Smith
Dan Smith
Composer
Dan Priddy
Dan Priddy
Composer
Phil Plested
Phil Plested
Composer
Charlie Barnes
Charlie Barnes
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Barnes
Charlie Barnes
Producer
Oli Morgan
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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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