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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Morcheeba
Morcheeba
Performer
Kurt Wagner
Kurt Wagner
Vocals
Skye Edwards
Skye Edwards
Vocals
Ross Godfrey
Ross Godfrey
Guitar
Paul Godfrey
Paul Godfrey
Beats
Donald Gamble
Donald Gamble
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kurt Wagner
Kurt Wagner
Songwriter
Ross Godfrey
Ross Godfrey
Songwriter
Paul Godfrey
Paul Godfrey
Songwriter
Skye
Skye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Godfrey
Paul Godfrey
Producer

Lyrics

Once a label is on something It becomes an it Like it's no longer alive It's like a loss of vision Or some dark impression Or a black spot on your eye If it's up to you My little sweet baboo Through the shouting and the fever Think of life as queer Think of it my dear As some knobs or a fancy tone From here there is no reason Baby's got it made But it's not what the life's about What is imagination? May become a fact If we think of it that way If you want to know I can tell you now Or if you make it through somehow Or is it best to keep or fall to sleep It isn't looking very good to me from here Hey, He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know What do New York couples fight about Brother's gonna work it out (Baby's got the bed sheet) How do (That was under you) New York (When your time and and the life expires) Couples Fight it out What these couples fight about (Keeps it in the closet) What do (Keeps it to herself) New york (She should throw the damn thing out) Couples fight about But their gonna work it out (Why should you continue) How do (To shake it off) New York (Would you write things on the wall) Couples fight it out What these couples fight about You could make it hard, to be In the shouting you will see Or is it best to change the world you're keeping Down again Hey, He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know... Such is the sound of sorry Without the shy report Or the grips that could hold you down (Just when things were looking up You act just like a horses butt) Everything was simple But the body's worn Got the life spread on the ground (Powder pink and general, The kitchen sink, a funeral) Every loving other Don't you fade on me Like a bomb that's about to blow (Often we will overlook, The things that make it undercooked) We can make it hard Or we can take the world apart Or you'd never be that sure? Of the simple thing that makes you want to cry again Hey, He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know 'cause I forget He's distressed And I forget I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
Writer(s): Ross Charles Godfrey, Paul David Godfrey, Skye Edwards, Kurt F. Wagner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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