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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Roger Manning
Roger Manning
Keyboards
Joel Derouin
Joel Derouin
Violin
Jeff Turzo
Jeff Turzo
Programming
Larry Corbet
Larry Corbet
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ken Andrews
Ken Andrews
Composer
David Campbell
David Campbell
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Mixing Engineer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

What did you say? I heard soluble words They flew out of your face Then fell back to earth Inaudible sounds Get carried away Can't you tell that I know your game? You've got nothing to say Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call? Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can I pretend to think That what you say is meaningful? Every time I look inside There's nothing' but an empty hole What did you say? I heard questionable sounds They dropped out of your mouth Then fell to the ground What are you fightin' for? What could it be? I don't know but I don't think you'll mind All the extra money Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call? Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can I pretend to think That what you say is meaningful? Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole What did you say? I heard questionable sounds They flew out of your face Then dropped to the ground Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call? Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can I pretend to think That what you say is meaningful? Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole Is there something you can tell me That could make me hear the call? Everything I've heard you spill Is sleepier than Seconal How can I pretend to think That what you say is meaningful? Every time I look inside There's nothing but an empty hole An empty hole Can't afford to let you down There's nothing here but broken sound I'll leave the tape beside your door On my way home Can't afford to let you down There's nothing here but broken sound I'll leave the tape beside your door On my way home Can't afford to let you down There's nothing here but broken sound I'll leave the tape beside your door On my way home
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