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INTERPRÉTATION
Boris Williams
Batterie
Porl Thompson
Guitare
Robert Smith
Guitare
Roger O'Donnell
Claviers
Simon Gallup
Basse
Laurence Tolhurst
Autre instrument
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Boris Williams
Composition
Porl Thompson
Composition
Roger O'Donnell
Composition
Simon Gallup
Composition
Laurence Tolhurst
Composition
Robert Smith
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Robert Smith
Production
Richard Sullivan
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Roy Spong
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
David M. Allen
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Kevin Metcalfe
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Paroles
Oh, I miss the kiss of treachery
The shameless kiss of vanity
The soft and the black and the velvety
Up tight against the side of me
And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed
And run in thickening streams of greed
As bit by bit, it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
I miss the kiss of treachery
Aching kiss before I feed
Stench of a love for a younger meat
And the sound that it makes when it cuts in deep
The holding up on bended knees
The addiction of duplicities
As bit by bit, it starts the need
To just let go my party piece
But I never said I would stay to the end
So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
Stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
Songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When we both us knew how the ending would be
So it's all come back 'round to breaking apart again
Breaking apart like I'm made up of glass again
Making it up behind my back again
Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
Holding it up behind my head again
Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again
'Round and 'round and 'round, and it's coming apart again
Over and over and over
And now that I know that I'm breaking to pieces
I'll pull out my heart and I'll feed it to anyone
I'm crying for sympathy, crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd
And the three cheers from everyone
Dropping through sky, through the glass of the roof
Through the roof of your mouth
Through the mouth of your eye
Through the eye of the needle
It's easier for me to get closer to Heaven
Than ever feel whole again
I never said I would stay to the end
I knew I would leave you with babies and everything
Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
Screaming me over and over and over
I leave you with photographs, pictures of trickery
And stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
And songs about happiness murmured in dreams
When both of us knew how the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
How the end always is
Always is
Always is
Writer(s): Simon Gallup, Roger O'donnell, Robert James Smith, Laurence Andrew Tolhurst, Boris Williams, Porl Thompson
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