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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Jill Birt
Jill Birt
Claviers
Alsy MacDonald
Alsy MacDonald
Programmation
The Triffids
The Triffids
Interprète
David McComb
David McComb
Guitare électrique
Martyn P. Casey
Martyn P. Casey
Basse
Robert McComb
Robert McComb
Harmonica
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jill Birt
Jill Birt
Paroles
Alsy MacDonald
Alsy MacDonald
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Giles Adams
Giles Adams
Ingénierie de mixage
Stephen Street
Stephen Street
Production

Paroles

I've been looking for a free telephone Thought I'd ring to say I was catching the 12.20 home Out here (yeah yeah, shut the door) I get so lonely Out here I get so bored This is my America this is the place I'm meant to be With the many tiers of the building smiling down on me That was my brother you know Now leave him alone Out here daddy sas summer's almost gone Dream let me dream I'm on that golden train Rushing past porch lights Under sheets of rain Cos in my mind's eye I can see my dreaming rise From my window seat my home-coming looks so sweet You say: "Now just mind the step at the doorway While I reach the light" Out here I call myself Good Fortune Rose Out here Good Fortune Rose Out here I call myself Good Fortune Rose Out here Good Fortune Rose
Writer(s): Allan Macdonald, Jill Birt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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