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INTERPRÉTATION
Whyte Horses
Whyte Horses
Interprète
John Grant
John Grant
Chant
Dom Thomas
Dom Thomas
Guitare
Laura Shea
Laura Shea
Guitare
Ali Moretti
Ali Moretti
Basse
Owen Matthews
Owen Matthews
Batterie
Jim Homes
Jim Homes
Claviers
Rob Homes
Rob Homes
Percussion
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Curtis Mayfield
Curtis Mayfield
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Boe Weaver
Boe Weaver
Production
Dom Thomas
Dom Thomas
Production
Tim Debney
Tim Debney
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mario Leal
Mario Leal
Ingénierie d’enregistrement des voix

Paroles

Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare People all around me and they're all in fear They don't seem to want me but they won't admit I must be some kind of creature up here having fits From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside Although I'm filled with love I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride So I play the part I feel they want of me And I pull the shades so I won't see them seein' me Havin' hard times in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found Havin' hard times, in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found From my party house I feel like meetin' others Familiar faces, creed and race, a brother But to my surprise I find a man corrupt Although he be my brother, he wants to hold me up Havin' hard times in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found Havin' hard times, in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found So many hard times... Sleepin' on motel floors Knockin' on my brother's door Eatin' Spam and Oreos and drinkin' Thunderbird baby In this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found Havin' hard times, in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found I'm sick and tired I'm sick and tired of payin' dues baby And I'm sick and tired of havin' so many hard, hard times baby And from my party house, from my party house
Writer(s): Curtis Mayfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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