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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Voix principales
Janick Gers
Janick Gers
Guitare
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Basse
Nicko McBrain
Nicko McBrain
Batterie
Dave Murray
Dave Murray
Guitare
Michael Kenney
Michael Kenney
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Paroles/Composition
Janick Gers
Janick Gers
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mick McKenna
Mick McKenna
Assistance d’ingénierie
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Production
Martin Birch
Martin Birch
Production
Ade Emsley
Ade Emsley
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Tony Newton
Tony Newton
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

We live our lives in fever In a choking sweat of fear In the heat of the night you can feel so much In the heat of the night I scream "Don't touch!" I remember a time when we used and abused And we fought all our battles in vain I remember a time we thought that passion was free In the heat of the night body is a flame We live in fever... I hear your secret heartbeat I can hear your silent cries The kids have lost their freedom And nobody cares 'til somebody famous dies I remember a time when we used and abused And we fought all our battles in vain I remember a time we thought that passion was free In the heat of the night body is a flame Fever ... we live in fever Now we live in a world of insanity Fear is the key to what you want to be You don't get a say the majority gets it's way You're outnumbered by the bastards till the day you die I hear your silent heartbeat I hear your silent cries Ohhh your just in lies lies and lies The kids have lost their fredom And nobody cares till somebody famous dies... Keep telling lies and lies and lies and lies and lies and lies and lies I remember the time when we used and abused Ah was just lies I remember the time we thought that passion was free Ah was just lies and lies and lies and lies and lies and lies and lies Hear the night We live in fever Now we live in a world of insanity Fear is the key to what you want to be You don't get a say the majority gets it's way You're outnumbered by the bastards till the day you die...
Writer(s): Paul Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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