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INTERPRÉTATION
DeYarmond Edison
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Brad Cook
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Brian Moen
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Christopher Porterfield
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Justin Vernon
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Phil Cook
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Jaime Hansen
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Randall Pingrey
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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Brad Cook
Paroles/Composition
Justin Vernon
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Brian Moen
Paroles/Composition
Phil Cook
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Joe Westerlund
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
DeYarmond Edison
Production
Justin Vernon
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Bones, lying in a trunk at the foot of my bed
They're always open to show me that they're still dead
And everyday it's harder still
I am flooded and unfilled
Pain, I'm good with the ways there are to erase
And I'm pancaked on the floor, you can't see my face
'Cause it's buried like the moon
Sober mornings come too soon
Bruise, it's coming to the surface, like the vessel
It's been hidden for so long, you are the trestle
That's there to hoist me up
Now this world without you is fucked
Skin, and it's warm enough to hold you and keep you breathing
But it locks me out and makes me lose my needing
And how long to be alone
And how long will I carry these bones?
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
And I'm so far from not caring
Writer(s): Justin Vernon
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