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INTERPRÉTATION
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Saul Davies
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Mark Hunter
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Larry Gott
Guitare
Brian Eno
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Tim Booth
Voix principales
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jim Glennie
Paroles/Composition
Larry Gott
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Tim Booth
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Benedict Fenner
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Brian Eno
Production
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Paroles
This bed is on fire with passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only cums when she's on top
My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore, oh no
Ah, you think you're so pretty
Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the drawer
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in women's clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Line my eyes and call me pretty
Moved out of the house, so you moved next door
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
You're driving me crazy, when are you coming home?
Laid, Laid
Writer(s): James Lawrence Gott, James Patrick Glennie, Timothy Booth
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