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INTERPRÉTATION
Goldfrapp
Goldfrapp
Chant
Alex Lee
Alex Lee
Guitare acoustique
Steve Evans
Steve Evans
Guitare acoustique
John Parish
John Parish
Batterie
Martyn Baker
Martyn Baker
Batterie
Will Gregory
Will Gregory
Interprète
Nick Ingman
Nick Ingman
Cordes
Bill Hawkes
Bill Hawkes
Alto
Boguslav Kostecki
Boguslav Kostecki
Violon
Chris Laurence
Chris Laurence
Basse
Emlyn Singleton
Emlyn Singleton
Violon
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Violon
Ian Burdge
Ian Burdge
Violoncelle
Ian Humphries
Ian Humphries
Violon
Kathy Shave
Kathy Shave
Violon
Mark Berrow
Mark Berrow
Violon
Morgan Goff
Morgan Goff
Alto
Nick Barr
Nick Barr
Alto
Nick Cooper
Nick Cooper
Violoncelle
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Violon
Peter Lale
Peter Lale
Alto
Richard George
Richard George
Violon
Richard Pryce
Richard Pryce
Basse
Rita Manning
Rita Manning
Violon
Sophie Harris
Sophie Harris
Violoncelle
Stacey Watton
Stacey Watton
Basse
Steve Morris
Steve Morris
Violon
Tom Pigott-Smith
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violon
Warren Zielinski
Warren Zielinski
Violon
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alison Goldfrapp
Alison Goldfrapp
Composition
Will Gregory
Will Gregory
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Goldfrapp
Goldfrapp
Production
Gary Thomas
Gary Thomas
Ingénierie
Jeremy Murphy
Jeremy Murphy
Ingénierie
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Ingénierie de mixage
Eduardo de la Paz
Eduardo de la Paz
Ingénierie de mixage
Will Gregory
Will Gregory
Production
Greg Freeman
Greg Freeman
Ingénierie

Paroles

Pull up the blinds Open the door wide Feel the cold arrive In my bones Put on my face The way I dressed today Feel like you tonight On my day Falling little more You bumped and crashed in dirty snow Up to our sin, I might as well Melt into Sunday Remember the time We stood there by the lake Watching boats and planes Pretty white clouds The sun will sweat In fact the song begins Trees are your skin On my tongue Falling little more You bumped and crashed in dirty snow Up to our sin, I might as well Melt into Sunday Pull up the blinds Open the door wide Feel the cold arrive In my bones You, me and more We bumped and crashed in dirty snow Up to our sin, we might as well Melt into Sunday La la la la la La la la la la la la la la We know you're, you're not how it seems Don't have a point You're not there for the stay When I will wish you could Wish that you were there You could You're dying in here You could be here soon You stumble on a river
Writer(s): William Owen Gregory, Alison Elizabeth Goldfrapp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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