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INTERPRÉTATION
Pat Callahan
Pat Callahan
Guitare
Shaun Morgan
Shaun Morgan
Guitare
Dale Stewart
Dale Stewart
Basse
John Humphrey
John Humphrey
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Shaun Morgan
Shaun Morgan
Paroles/Composition
Dale Stewart
Dale Stewart
Composition
John Humphrey
John Humphrey
Composition
Pat Callahan
Pat Callahan
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bob Marlette
Bob Marlette
Production
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Ingénierie de mixage
Glenn Pittman
Glenn Pittman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me And speak but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore you see It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for you My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing, I know it's me you fear If you want me hold me back Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me" I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away So come sit by the fire and play a while, but you can't stay too long It aches in every bone, I'll die alone, but not for pleasure I see my heart explode, it's been eroded by the weather here If you want me hold me back Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me" Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me" Hold your eyes closed, take me in Hold your eyes closed, take me in Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me" Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail And so we go back to the remedy Clip the wings that get you high, just leave them where they lie And tell yourself, "You'll be the death of me"
Writer(s): Shaun Welgemoed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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