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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Modeselektor
Modeselektor
Interprète
Thom Yorke
Thom Yorke
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Thom Yorke
Thom Yorke
Paroles/Composition
Gernot Bronsert
Gernot Bronsert
Composition
Sebastian Szary
Sebastian Szary
Composition

Paroles

You asked, We chose You asked, We chose You asked, We chose You asked, We chose We chose, we chose, we chose We chose, we chose, we chose We chose, we chose, we chose You asked, We chose You asked, We chose We chose, we chose, we chose We chose, we chose, we chose We chose, we chose, we chose From the back of the arm she comes The back of the arm she comes You flat fall, you blank yourself You flat fall to blank yourself So let's have a You flat fall, you blank yourself You laugh, slap on your face And she laughs, slap on the cake And laugh, slap on your face And they laugh slap on your face And they laugh, slap on, slip on the tracks Ship, ship Ship-shipwrecked Death dances, comes to you, Just whatchya going to do? Ship lost in giant pools, death dances up to Loaded Down into Love and drawn into the void Double trouble to the void Love and drawn into the void Drop a rhythm on the decks Drunken rhythm on the decks For the chance of a kiss Ship, ship, ship Shipwrecked Oh shit, but I'm sinking That's not meant to happen Flies will be your presents Truly, truly something Won't death be around me? Won't death be around? That's not meant to happen Truly, truly something Close up for the winter Close up for the winter Caught hook, line and sinker Close up for the winter Ship Ship Ship Ship Wreck Sick, sick, wretch You asked, we chose You asked, we chose
Writer(s): Gernot Bronsert, Thomas Edward Yorke, Sebastian Szary Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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