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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Tommy Keene
Guitare
Ted Niceley
Basse
Doug Tull
Batterie
Bill Connelly
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tommy Keene
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Geoff Emerick
Production
Matt Butler
Ingénierie
Frank Oglethorpe
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Bill Wittman
Ingénierie de mixage
John Agnello
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
So far from the ordinary things I once knew,
I've stood here a long time, everything is clear.
There's no one around, but you're always near.
You know what to do, but sometimes I feel like letting go.
And I swear that it's true...
Yeah, my mother looked like Marilyn Monroe.
Forgetting the past I feel so inclined,
To talk about the last thing on my mind.
In one of the sadder saddest days gone by,
A vague situation where everybody cries.
You know what to do, but sometimes I feel like letting go.
And I swear that it's true...
Yeah, my mother looked like Marilyn Monroe.
You wanna feel so bad,
You think I don't care.
When I'm really wanted now
Out there in the air
Beside our love.
We sat in a bar that's only painted green.
She lies in a valley not all the scream.
What's all the commotion going on outside?
Well, I find my emotion welling up inside.
Well, you know what to do, but sometimes I feel like letting go.
And I swear that it's true...
Yeah, my mother looked like Marilyn Monroe.
You know what to do, but sometimes I feel like letting go.
And I swear that it's true...
Yeah, my mother looked like Marilyn Monroe.
Writer(s): Tommy Keene
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