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Brandon Flowers
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Guitare
Mark Stoermer
Basse
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brandon Flowers
Paroles/Composition
Dave Keuning
Composition
Mark Stoermer
Composition
Ronnie Vannucci
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
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Production
Robert Root
Ingénierie de prise de son
Brandon Flowers
Production
Dave Keuning
Production
Emily Lazar
Ingénierie de mastérisation
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Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mark Stoermer
Production
Ronnie Vannucci
Production
Paroles
The streets of persuasion
Are plated with gold
Your heart's in the right place
But you travel down the wrong road
Like so many before you
The gates open wide
Here come the rising tide
(Rising tide)
Let's go out tonight
There's a mystery underneath the neon light
Before life and my dream collide
'Cause the truth's gonna come and cut me open wide
And you can't escape the rising of the tide
Keep up your appearance
You're joining the choir
With everybody singing out
Glory, Hallelujah (Hallelujah)
The time came for your solo
But there was nowhere to hide
Here come the rising tide
(Rising tide)
And the company you keep
Well they plan your crucifixion as we speak
So, baby 'til life and the dream collide
There's gonna be a mystery underneath those neon lights
If you can't decipher just who's on your side
You will not escape the rising of the tide
Can you tell me brother?
Was I deceived or in denial?
I was there in the back of the room
When you testified, ow ow!
With your pitchfork tongue you licked your lips and lied
We're never gonna know how hard you cried
When you petitioned and your access was denied
'Til the venom in your veins is satisfied
'Til you suffocate and swallow down the pride
Well you can't escape
(You can't escape)
Yeah, you can't escape
(You can't escape)
No, you can't escape the rising of the tide
Writer(s): Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Ronnie Jr. Vannucci, Brandon Flowers
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