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Fall from Grace
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Babyshambles
Babyshambles
Interprète
Drew McConnell
Drew McConnell
Chœurs
Peter Doherty
Peter Doherty
Chant
Adam Falkner
Adam Falkner
Batterie
Mick Whitnall
Mick Whitnall
Guitare électrique
Stephen Street
Stephen Street
Percussion
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Drew McConnell
Drew McConnell
Composition
Peter Doherty
Peter Doherty
Paroles/Composition
John "J.R." Robinson
John "J.R." Robinson
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Frédéric Vectol
Frédéric Vectol
Ingénierie
John Davis
John Davis
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Jonathan Gilmore
Jonathan Gilmore
Ingénierie de mixage
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Ingénierie de mixage
Stephen Street
Stephen Street
Production

Paroles

I've got one thing on my mind I just can't shake it You've got your reasons, I've got mine Mm, when the dam bursts I can't take it We'll drown our sorrows Here it comes, look, here it comes With my head hanging high And my hands untied On the horizon there's a little Piece of land I aspire Can we go some place Where they know my face? Gather round now, bear witness To my fall from grace If I had to tell the truth I would be lying If I said that I was wrong To be the right man In the wrong place It's on the right side of the road Here it comes While my head hangs high And my hands are untied On the horizon there's a little Piece of land I aspire Can we go some place Where they don't know my face? Gather round, bear witness To my fall from grace Oh, darling don't need to go Into what you think you know Ahah, if only you had the chance to grow Into what you know So take it from the man Who served a sorrow Who spilt the salt into the sea Who stole the whisky from the bottle Who sold his soul to destiny Look, here it comes While my head's hanging high And my hands untied On the horizon there's a little Piece of land I aspire Can we go some place Where they know my face? Gather round, bear witness To my fall from grace With my head hanging high And my hands untied Look, see a little Piece of land I aspire Can we go some place Where they know my face? Gather round, bear witness To my fall from grace
Writer(s): Peter Doherty, Drew Mcconnell, John Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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