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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Lead Vocals
Gary Grainger
Gary Grainger
Guitar
Carmine Appice
Carmine Appice
Drums
Jim Cregan
Jim Cregan
Guitar
John Jarvis
John Jarvis
Piano
Phil Chen
Phil Chen
Bass Guitar
Chen Philip
Chen Philip
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rod Stewart
Rod Stewart
Songwriter
Gary Grainger
Gary Grainger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Johns
Andy Johns
Mixing Engineer
Lee Hulko
Lee Hulko
Mastering Engineer
Tom Dowd
Tom Dowd
Producer

Lyrics

Ever since I was a kid at school I messed around with all the rules Apologised then realised I'm not different after all Me and the boys thought we had it sussed Valentinos all of us My dad said we looked ridiculous But boy, we broke some hearts In and out of jobs, running free Waging war with society Dumb blank faces stare back at me But nothing ever changed Promises made in the heat of the night Creeping home before it got too light I wasted all that precious time And blamed it on the wine I was only joking my dear (my dear) Looking for a way to hide my fear (my fear) What kind of fool was I? (Was I) I could never win (never win) Never found a compromise Collected lovers like butterflies Illusions of that grand first prize Are slowly wearing thin Susie, baby, you were good to me Giving love unselfishly But you took it all too seriously I guess it had to end I was only joking my dear (my dear) Looking for a way to hide my fear (my fear) What kind of fool was I? (Was I) I could never win (never win) Yeah baby, whoa Now you ask me if I'm sincere That's the question that I always fear Vers e seven is never clear But I'll tell you what you wanna hear I try to give you all you want But giving love is not my strongest point If that's the case it's pointless going on I'd rather be alone 'Cause what I'm doing must be wrong Pouring my heart out in a song Owning up for prosperity For the whole damn world to see Quietly now while I turn a page Act one is over without costume change The principal would like to leave the stage The crowd don't understand
Writer(s): Rod Stewart, Gary Grainger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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