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INTERPRETAÇÃO
Placebo
Placebo
Interpretação
Peter Cardinali
Peter Cardinali
Regência
Deborah White
Deborah White
Violino
Fiona Leggat
Fiona Leggat
Viola
Gillon Cameron
Gillon Cameron
Violino
Gita Harcourt
Gita Harcourt
Violino
Helen Rathbone
Helen Rathbone
Violoncelo
Ian Burdge
Ian Burdge
Violoncelo
John Johnson
John Johnson
Saxofone tenor
KUFU
KUFU
Violino
Natalia Bonner
Natalia Bonner
Violino
Perry White
Perry White
Barítono
Stephen Hussey
Stephen Hussey
Violino
Terry Anthony Promane
Terry Anthony Promane
Trombone
Vicky Matthews
Vicky Matthews
Violoncelo
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Fiona Brice
Fiona Brice
Arranjos (cordas)
Peter Cardinali
Peter Cardinali
Arranjos (trompas)
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
David Bottrill
David Bottrill
Produção
Dimitri Tikovoi
Dimitri Tikovoi
Produção

Letra

They're picking up pieces of me while they're picking up pieces of you In a bag you will be before the day is over Were you looking for somewhere to be? Or looking for someone to do? Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you And on the back of my hand were directions I could understand Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker has gone and ruined all our plans Our best made plans Don't leave me here to pass through time without a map or road sign Don't leave me here my guiding light 'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin I asked the kings of medicine They're picking up pieces of me while they're picking up pieces of you Lying on ice you will be before the day is over It's a case in point baby that you never thought it through Stupid me to believe I could depend on stupid you And on the tip of my tongue were words that always came out wrong 'Cause they were drowned in southern comfort Left to dry out in the sun, the noon day sun Don't leave me here to pass through time without a map or road sign Don't leave me here my guiding light 'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin I asked the kings of medicine But it seems they've lost their powers Now all I'm left with is the hours Don't leave me here to pass through time without a map or road sign Don't leave me here my guiding light 'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin I asked the kings of medicine But it seems they've lost their powers Now all I'm left with is the hours Don't leave me here Don't leave me here, oh no I wouldn't know where to begin
Writer(s): Brian Molko, Stefan Olsdal, Steven Joseph Forrest, William Patrick Lloyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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