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INTERPRÉTATION
Benjamin Gibbard
Benjamin Gibbard
Chant
Jimmy Tamborello
Jimmy Tamborello
Programmation
Jenny Lewis
Jenny Lewis
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Benjamin Gibbard
Benjamin Gibbard
Paroles/Composition
Jimmy Tamborello
Jimmy Tamborello
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
The Postal Service
The Postal Service
Production
Emily Lazar
Emily Lazar
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jimmy Tamborello
Jimmy Tamborello
Production

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I'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and served with the table set In my finest suit, like a perfect gentleman I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick Where you will sit and contemplate your day I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning in An open tab when your judgment's on the brink. I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite Albums back as you're lying there Drifting off to sleep (drifting off to sleep) I'll be the platform shoes, undo what heredity's done to you You won't have to strain to look into my eyes I'll be your winter coat, buttoned and zipped straight to the throat With the collar up so you won't catch a cold I want to take you far from the cynics in this town And kiss you on the mouth We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene Start a brand new colony Where everything will change, we'll give ourselves new names Identities erased The sun will heat the grounds under our bare feet In this brand new colony (in this brand new colony) Everything will change, ooh Everything will change, ooh Everything will change, ooh Everything will change, ooh Everything will change, ooh Everything will change, ooh Everything will change, ooh Everything will change, ooh
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Jimmy Tamborello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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