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INTERPRÉTATION
Editors
Editors
Interprète
Tom Smith
Tom Smith
Violon
Alison Dods
Alison Dods
Violon
Allen Walley
Allen Walley
Basse
Andrew Parker
Andrew Parker
Alto
Anthony Pleeth
Anthony Pleeth
Violoncelle
Boguslav Kostecki
Boguslav Kostecki
Violon
Bruce White
Bruce White
Alto
Caroline Dale
Caroline Dale
Violoncelle
Cathy Thompson
Cathy Thompson
Violon
David Daniels
David Daniels
Violoncelle
Deborah Widdup
Deborah Widdup
Violon
Emil Chakalov
Emil Chakalov
Violon
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Violon
Helen Kamminga
Helen Kamminga
Alto
Ian Humphries
Ian Humphries
Violon
Jonathan Evans-Jones
Jonathan Evans-Jones
Violon
Mark Berrow
Mark Berrow
Violon
Martin Loveday
Martin Loveday
Violoncelle
Mary Scully
Mary Scully
Basse
Matt Dunkley
Matt Dunkley
Direction d’orchestre
Natalia Bonner
Natalia Bonner
Violon
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Violon
Rachel Bolt
Rachel Bolt
Alto
Rick Koster
Rick Koster
Violon
Rita Manning
Rita Manning
Violon
Skaila Kanga
Skaila Kanga
Harpe
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ed Lay
Ed Lay
Composition
Elliott Williams
Elliott Williams
Composition
Justin Lockey
Justin Lockey
Composition
Russell Leetch
Russell Leetch
Composition
Tom Smith
Tom Smith
Composition
Matt Dunkley
Matt Dunkley
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jacquire King
Jacquire King
Production
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Ingénierie de mixage
Geoff Foster
Geoff Foster
Ingénierie

Paroles

The sun said nothing About my demise, my fall to the floor Sparks from your stare cascade into mine Started a war Started a war Monday morning, hungover, red eyes Hide it all away We walk through a crowd of strangers Two minutes from your door You lived there all your life Every conversation within you Starts a celebration in me 'Til I got nothing left I got nothing left Out of it, you handle it for everyone Take a poisoned dart to my heart, and then I'm done Every conversation within you Starts a celebration in me 'Til I got nothing left I got nothing left These floorboards creaking, my body's old The sun casts a shadow at dusk that cuts through your bones Your body and soul Every conversation within you Starts a celebration in me 'Til I got nothing left I got nothing left I got nothing left I got nothing left Oh-oh-oh, I got nothing left I got nothing left
Writer(s): Thomas Smith, William Justin Lockey, Russell Leetch, Edward Lay, Elliott Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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