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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Servant
The Servant
Performer
Dan Black
Dan Black
Keyboards
Matt Fisher
Matt Fisher
Bass Guitar
Steve Dub
Steve Dub
Performer
Greg Fleming
Greg Fleming
Performer
Yoad Nevo
Yoad Nevo
Performer
Dimitri Tikovoi
Dimitri Tikovoi
Performer
James Brown
James Brown
Performer
Tim Young
Tim Young
Performer
Trevor Sharpe
Trevor Sharpe
Drums
Chris Burrows
Chris Burrows
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dan Black
Dan Black
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Black
Dan Black
Producer
Steve Dub
Steve Dub
Producer
Greg Fleming
Greg Fleming
Recording Engineer
Yoad Nevo
Yoad Nevo
Mixing Engineer
Dimitri Tikovoi
Dimitri Tikovoi
Mixing Engineer
James Brown
James Brown
Mixing Engineer
Tim Young
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You've got to take your mind off him But not with aspirins You won't You won't let your family in Like smoke your body comes Through the gaps in the urban slums You try You try to speak American When you don't know what you want You end up finding that you haunt your own Your own life You're the daylight ghost that creeps You're the empty city streets and I And I see you And those talkshows fill your days Something is slipping away Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body Your skin is cellophane You know I feel the same Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body When you make a cup of tea You act like it's alchemy But it's not It's not what you think it to be Seeing everything as signs Seeing everything as lines always Always lying saying you're fine When you don't know what you want You end up finding that you haunt your own Your own life You're the daylight ghost that creeps You're the empty city streets and I And I see you And those talkshows fill your days Something is slipping away Sometimes it feels like you don? t have a body Your skin is cellophane You know I feel the same Sometimes it feels like you don't have a body When you don't know what you want you end up finding that you haunt Your own life You're the daylight ghost that creeps You're the empty city streets But I can see you Talkshows fill your days Something is slipping away Sometimes it feels like You dont have a body Your skin is cellophane You know I feel the same Sometimes it feels like You don't have a body...
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