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Opus Kink
Opus Kink
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Opus Kink
Opus Kink
Composer
Angus Rogers
Angus Rogers
Songwriter
Fin Abbo
Fin Abbo
Songwriter
Jack Banjo Courtney
Jack Banjo Courtney
Songwriter
Jazz Pope
Jazz Pope
Songwriter
Jed Morgan
Jed Morgan
Songwriter
Sam Abbo
Sam Abbo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Opus Kink
Opus Kink
Producer
Peter Miles
Peter Miles
Producer

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You lean your teeth against the rail and push You close your eyes and let the sewage wash Over and into every blessed crack Barely holding out for the coming sack And that's just how it is, hate to tell you How it will be And no one's ever deserved more than you to be set free The faint knocking of kingdom come When only God knows what you've done Sweet nothing in the desert sun With the promise of a glass bead under your tongue And that's just how it is, oh, baby How it will be, yeah! And no one's ever deserved more than you to be set free You could have someone We had plans for you Oh, cimb to the back seat We'll all go smiling to The dust, the dust, the dust, the dust The dust, the dust, the dust, the dust Master, I'm coming home The dust, the dust, the dust, the dust The dust, the dust Master, we're on our way home The dust, the dust Master, I'm coming home The dust, the dust Oh, master, I'm coming And that's just what he said, babe When they pulled him from the car "Do not cry for these children" It was written in the stars (It was written in the stars) And that's just how it is, baby How it will be And no one's ever deserved more than me to be set free
Writer(s): Eva Petersen, Greg Mighall, Joseph Edwards, Mathew Gregory Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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