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INTERPRÉTATION
Gary Mounfield
Gary Mounfield
Basse
Ian Brown
Ian Brown
Voix principales
John Squire
John Squire
Guitare électrique
Alan Wren
Alan Wren
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ian Brown
Ian Brown
Paroles/Composition
John Squire
John Squire
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
John Leckie
John Leckie
Production
Ian Brown
Ian Brown
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paul Schroeder
Paul Schroeder
Ingénierie

Paroles

Your knuckles whiten on the wheel The last thing that your hands will feel Your final flight can't be delayed No Earth, just sky, it's so serene Your pink fat lips let go a scream You fry and melt, I love the scene Sometimes I fantasize When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Don't these times Fill your eyes? When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone? Is anybody home? I'm standing warm against the cold Now that the flames have taken hold At least you left your life in style And for as far as I can see Ten twisted grills grin back at me Bad money dies, I love the scene Sometimes I fantasize When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Don't these times Fill your eyes? When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone? Is anybody home? Sometimes I fantasize When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Don't these times Fill your eyes? When the streets are cold and lonely And the cars they burn below me Are you all alone? Are you made of stone?
Writer(s): Ian George Brown, John Squire Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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