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Chant
Andrew Frampton
Claviers
Ben Sargeant
Basse
Everton Nelson
Violon
Steve Morris
Violon
Louisa Fuller
Violon
Boguslaw Kostecki
Violon
Patrick Kiernan
Violon
Rick Koster
Violon
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violon
Julian Leaper
Violon
Ian Humphries
Violon
Simon Baggs
Violon
Clare Finnimore
Alto
Bill Hawkes
Alto
Bob Smissen
Alto
Ian Burdge
Violoncelle
Sophie Harris
Violoncelle
Paul Kegg
Violoncelle
Mary Scully
Basse
Robert Smissen
Alto
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mark Sheehan
Paroles/Composition
Daniel O'Donoghue
Paroles/Composition
Nick Ingman
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Daniel O'Donoghue
Production
Andrew Frampton
Production complémentaire
Mark Sheehan
Production
Dan Frampton
Ingénierie
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Mark "Spike" Stent
Ingénierie de mixage
Matt Green
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart
While I'm drinking Jack all alone in my local bar
And we don't know how, how we got into this mad situation
Only doing things out of frustration
Trying to make it work, but man, these times are hard
She needs me now, but I can't seem to find the time
I got a new job now on the unemployment line
And we don't know how, how we got into this mess
Is it God's test?
Someone help us, 'cause we're doing our best
Trying to make it work, but, man, these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine
Shit talking up all night
Saying things we haven't for a while, a while, yeah
We're smiling but we're close to tears, even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting
For the first time
She's in line at the dole with her head held high
While I just lost my job, but didn't lose my pride
And we both know how, how we're going to make it work when it hurts
When you pick yourself up you get kicked to the dirt
Trying to make it work, but, man, these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine
Shit talking up all night
Doing things we haven't for a while, a while, yeah
We're smiling but we're close to tears, even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting
For the first time
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine
Shit talking up all night
Saying things we haven't for a while
We're smiling but we're close to tears, even after all these years
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting
For the first time
For the first time
Oh, for the first time
Yeah, for the first time
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting
For the first time
Oh, these times are hard
Yeah, they're making us crazy
Don't give up on me, baby
Oh, these times are hard
Yeah, they're making us crazy
Don't give up on me, baby
Oh, these times are hard
Yeah, they're making us crazy
Don't give up on me, baby
Oh, these times are hard
Yeah, they're making us crazy
Don't give up on me, baby
Writer(s): Daniel John O'donoghue, Mark Anthony Sheehan
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