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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The The
The The
Performer
Matt Johnson
Matt Johnson
Keyboards
Tessa Niles
Tessa Niles
Background Vocals
Dan Brown
Dan Brown
Bass Guitar
Louis Jardine
Louis Jardine
Percussion
David Palmer
David Palmer
Drums
Guy Barker
Guy Barker
Flugelhorn
The Astarti String Orchestra
The Astarti String Orchestra
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matt Johnson
Matt Johnson
Composer
Warne Livesey
Warne Livesey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Johnson
Matt Johnson
Producer
Warne Livesey
Warne Livesey
Producer

Lyrics

I'm a man without a soul... Honey, yeah I lost it while parading it in a town full of thieves Y'see I didn't wanna be with any people I know But God knows I didn't wanna be alone I thought if I acted like someone else I'd feel more comfortable with myself So I showered down, left my little room Jumped in my car for protection from hostility Well it ain't easy to be bold in an unknown city Yeah, I was feeling strong-mouthed and weak-willed When I ran into the cure for my ills Don't tell me what your name is I want your body, not your mind I want a feeling worth paying for before I say goodbye But as I was talking, I couldn't look her in the eyes I just kept wondering: How many men unleashed their frustration between her thighs? There'll be no sleep 'til the morning There'll be no lullabies 'Cause the devil borrowed my clothes just for tonight Well my adrenaline was curdling like cream as I was being led by the hand Through the sound of sirens and the distant noise of some drunken jazz band Through the stench of disinfectant that infected my head Through the darkness of a corridor and into a stranger's bed Well I didn't wanna hurt your feelings, honey But I couldn't suppress my own I had to pull myself outta this nosedive by proving something to myself She was lying on her back with her lips parted Squealing like a stuffed pig I was going through the motions, faking the emotions And wriggling around like a lizard in a tin Trying so hard to cleanse myself I was turning into somebody else I was trying so hard to please myself I was turning into somebody else I was trying so hard to be myself I was turning into somebody else I was trying so hard to be myself I was turning into somebody else I was trying so hard to be myself I was turning into somebody else Come, my love, with your desire Out of the blue... and into the fire!
Writer(s): Gerald Eaton, Jon Levine, James Mccollum, Brian West, Marc Rogers, Denton Whited Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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