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