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INTERPRÉTATION
Blind Melon
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Christopher Thorn
Composition
Brad Smith
Composition
Rogers Stevens
Composition
Shannon Hoon
Composition
Glen Graham
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Blind Melon
Production
Andy Wallace
Ingénierie de mixage
Howie Weinberg
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Doesn't anybody feel
That all these killers should be killed
And all these healers should be healed
So all these beggars can be filled
And now tell me why am I to lie
If I'm holding firm and feel the right
To lie beside this dog of mine
And let that perverted thought really run through my mind
Through my mind
Ah-ooo-ah
Ah-ooo-ah
Ah-ooo-ah
Ah-ooo-ah
Ahhh...
I'd scrape my toes across the floor
This day's the same as those before
And though inside I'm feeling giddy
Always wrong for never giving myself an uninvaded door
So now I'll take a little glue
I'll put together a new glittered room for you
So I can start sitting so pretty
Instead of sitting here not seein' clear just sitting here not fittin' here
No things ain't fittin' here
Ah-ooo-ah
Ah-ooo-ah
Ah-ooo-ah
Ah-ooo-ah
Now I'll just lay my head down beside this God of mine
And let that perverted thought burn a hole in my mind
Oh and if I can't lay my head beside this God of mine
Oh then maybe the hunter's dog called God could be my friend in time
Writer(s): Brad Smith, Glen Graham, Shannon Hoon, Thomas Stevens, Christopher Thorn
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