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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corinne Bailey Rae
Corinne Bailey Rae
Vocals
Kenny Higgins
Kenny Higgins
Bass
Steve Brown
Steve Brown
Background Vocals
Luke Flowers
Luke Flowers
Drums
Sam Bell
Sam Bell
Congas
Melanie Purves
Melanie Purves
Conductor
John McCallum
John McCallum
Background Vocals
Jennifer Birch
Jennifer Birch
Background Vocals
Garrath Beckwith
Garrath Beckwith
Bass Trombone
John Hart
John Hart
Bass Trombone
Nia Bevan
Nia Bevan
Violin
Carol Jarvis
Carol Jarvis
Performer
Ian Bone
Ian Bone
Violin
Lucie Barnicoat
Lucie Barnicoat
Violin
Adam Robinson
Adam Robinson
Violin
Levin Jones
Levin Jones
Violin
Kate Pelling
Kate Pelling
Violin
Jane Coyle
Jane Coyle
Viola
Sally Bell
Sally Bell
Viola
Nick Burns
Nick Burns
Cello
Melinda Gourlay
Melinda Gourlay
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Brown
Steve Brown
Composer
Melanie Purves
Melanie Purves
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Brown
Steve Brown
Producer
Xavier Stephenson
Xavier Stephenson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ray Staff
Ray Staff
Mastering Engineer
Tom Elmhirst
Tom Elmhirst
Mixing Engineer

Letra

I could pretend that I was okay I wind around the parties, drink in hand I could pretend when you went away That I had changed and I no longer hear the band But I won't lie I found a love I had to rediscover I was emotionally scarred we could not get it away There are times when it breaks and I feel amazed Feels just like the first time when you kiss me, my lover Angels in the sky will descend on our love And it's hard to deny what is happening Although we talk, talk, talk on the telephone We laugh, laugh, laugh at the things we know I've been a soldier for much too long I'd willingly surrender all my arms If you decided you won't be long I'd wait here patient for you Look for you every morning Had this love These were sparks We tried to push it on but I was afraid of the dark We could not get it away Never mind what they say I would feel the same Feels just like the first time when you kiss me, my lover Angels in the sky will descend on our love And it's hard to describe what is happening Although we talk, talk, talk on the telephone We laugh, laugh, laugh at the things you know If I could choose then my heart would be in it, My charms would be in it, My love would be in it Feels just like the first time
Writer(s): Corinne Jacqueline Bailey Rae, Steve Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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