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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Pulp
Pulp
Interprète
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Batterie
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Chant
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Claviers
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Basse
Mark Webber
Mark Webber
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Composition
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Composition
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Composition
Patrick Doyle
Patrick Doyle
Paroles/Composition
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Composition
Mark Webber
Mark Webber
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Production

Paroles

Don't bother saying you're sorry Why don't you come in? Smoke all my cigarettes again Every time I get no further How long has it been? Come on in now Wipe your feet on my dreams You take up my time Like some cheap magazine When I could've been learning something Oh, well, you know what I mean Oh I've done this before And I will do it again Come on and kill me, baby While you smile like a friend And I'll come running Just to do it again You are the last drink I never should have drunk You are the body hidden in the trunk You are the habit I can't seem to kick You are my secrets on the front page every week You are the car I never should have bought You are the train I never should have caught You are the cut that makes me hide my face You are the party that makes me feel my age And like a car crash I can see, but I just can't avoid Like a plane I've been told, I never should board Like a film that's so bad, but I've gotta stay 'til the end Let me tell you now, it's lucky for you that we're friends
Writer(s): Patrick Doyle, Jarvis Cocker, Candida Doyle, Stephen Mackey, Nick Banks, Mark Webber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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