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The Chain (Live At Webster Hall)
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Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ingrid Michaelson
Ingrid Michaelson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Dave McNair
Dave McNair
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

One, two, three One, two, three The sky looks pissed The wind talks back My bones are shifting in my skin And you, my love, are gone My room seems wrong The bed won't fit I cannot seem to operate And you, my love, are gone So glide away on soapy heels And promise not to promise anymore And if you come around again Then I will take, then I will take The chain from off the door I'll never say I'll never love But I don't say a lot of things And you, my love, are gone So glide away on soapy heels And promise not to promise anymore And if you come around again Then I will take the chain from off the door So glide away on soapy heels And promise not to promise anymore And if you come around again Then I will take the chain from off the door So glide away on soapy heels And promise not to promise anymore And if you come around again Then I will take the chain from off the door So glide away on soapy heels And promise not to promise anymore And if you come around again Then I will take the chain from off the door So glide away on soapy heels And promise not to promise anymore And if you come around again Then I will take the chain from off the door So glide away on soapy heels And promise not to promise anymore And if you come around again Then I will take, then I will take Then I will take the chain from off the door
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