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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manic Street Preachers
Manic Street Preachers
Performer
Richey James
Richey James
Performer
Nicky Wire
Nicky Wire
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dean Bradfield
James Dean Bradfield
Composer
Sean Moore
Sean Moore
Composer
Nicky Wire
Nicky Wire
Lyrics
Richey Edwards
Richey Edwards
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Eringa
Dave Eringa
Producer

Lyrics

I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in my house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away Wake up with the same spit in my mouth Cannot tell if it's real or not I try to walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where Outside opened mouthed cows Pass each other as if their drugged Down pale corridors of routine Where life falls unatoned The weak kick like straw Till the world means less and less Words are never enough Just cheap tarnished glitter I try to walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where A cripple walks in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where
Writer(s): Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore, James Dean Bradfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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