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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Verve
Performer
Richard Ashcroft
Vocals
Will Malone
String Conductor
Peter Salisbury
Drums
Nick McCabe
Guitar
Owen Morris
Synthesizer
Simon Jones
Bass Guitar
London Session Orchestra
Strings
Gavyn Wright
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Ashcroft
Songwriter
Nick McCabe
Songwriter
Peter Salisbury
Songwriter
Simon Jones
Songwriter
Will Malone
String Arranger
Owen Morris
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Verve
Producer
Mark Lee
Studio Personnel
Owen Morris
Producer
Jack Adams
Mastering Engineer
Tony Cousins
Mastering Engineer
Sabian Chalupa
Mastering Engineer
Chris Potter
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I wander lonely streets
Behind where the old Thames does flow
And in every face I meet
Reminds me of what I have run for
In every man, in every hand
In every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you too will understand
I've gotta tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed
I hope you understand
These feelings should not be in the man
In every child, in every eye
In every sky, above my head
I hope that I know
So come with me in bed
Because it's you and me, we're history
There ain't nothing left to say
When I will get you alone
Maybe we could find a room
Where we could see what we should do
Maybe you know it's true
Living with me's like keeping a fool
In every man, in every hand
In every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you know that I am me, so come on
I'm thinking about history
And I'm living for history
And I think you know about me
'Cause I am
And one and one is two
But three is company
When you're thinking about the things you do
And you're thinking about the things you do
I wanna tell you my tale
How I failed in love and jumped out on my bail
Do you understand?
There's more in a smile than in a hand
In every sky, in every kiss
There's one thing that you might have missed
And why am I going to
A place that now belongs to you?
But you were weak, and so am I
Let's make it up, let's even try
To live today, so why not smile
Don't dream away your life
'Cause it is mine, it is mine
Is that a crime?
Is that a crime?
This life is mine
But the bed ain't made
It's filled full of hope
I've got a skin full of dope
Oh the bed ain't made
But it's filled full of hope
I've got a skin full of dope
Writer(s): Simon Robin David Jones, Richard Paul Ashcroft, Nick Mccabe, Peter Salisbury
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