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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad English
Bad English
Performer
John Waite
John Waite
Vocals
Jonathan Cain
Jonathan Cain
Keyboards
Deen Castronovo
Deen Castronovo
Drums
Ricky Phillips
Ricky Phillips
Bass
Mark Spiro
Mark Spiro
Background Vocals
Tommy Funderburk
Tommy Funderburk
Background Vocals
Neal Schon
Neal Schon
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Waite
John Waite
Composer
Jonathan Cain
Jonathan Cain
Composer
Russ Ballard
Russ Ballard
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ron Nevison for Sausalito & Global Inc.
Ron Nevison for Sausalito & Global Inc.
Producer
Tony Phillips
Tony Phillips
Engineer
Gill Morales
Gill Morales
Assistant Engineer
Jeff Poe
Jeff Poe
Assistant Engineer
Dave Lopez
Dave Lopez
Assistant Engineer
Rand & Rose
Rand & Rose
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jansen
Ted Jansen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Na na nanana nana, na na nanana nana na) Eden (Na na nanana nana, na na nanana nana na) yeah Too far gone to turn around, as I make it into town I said driver, take my suitcase, where's that good time goin' down Hit the freeway to the skyline, need some faster ecstasy If she's got a prize, then I've got the money She said for you the first one's free And I thought I saw Jesus in the hotel room As we made love on the balcony With a drink in my hand, like they said it would be, yeah So this is Eden, so this is Eden And baby I knew it, that you'd lead me to it, I don't wanna get out (Na na nanana nana, na na nanana nana na) Eden Feel the pressure rise in the elevator, make our way down to the street Soul sister, sing a song for me, drunks and junkies shuffle their feet It's a flea rang circus, down town Mavelone We're crashing and burning, for twenty-four hours the party goes on, yeah So this is Eden, so this is Eden And baby I knew it, that you'd lead me to it, nobody gets out (Na na nanana nana, na na nanana nana na) Eden, nobody gets out (Na na nanana nana, na na nanana nana na) of Eden, no no Breathe in, breathe out, check in, check out It's a wild weekend, ghost train ride to the other side It's a funhouse suicide, it's making me feel more dead than alive, yeah So this is Eden, so this is Eden And baby I knew it, that you'd lead me to it So this is Eden, so this is Eden And baby I knew it, that you'd lead me to it, yeah (Na na nanana nana, na na nanana nana na) Eden, nobody gets out (Na na nanana nana, na na nanana nana na) of Eden, no no no no... (Na na nanana nana, na na nanana nana na) (Na na nanana nana, na na nanana nana na) Check in, you won't check out
Writer(s): John Friga, John Waite, Russell Ballard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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