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TURN ROUND M8
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Damon Albarn
Damon Albarn
Клавишные инструменты
Jordan Cardy
Jordan Cardy
Вокал
Eugenia Cobos
Eugenia Cobos
Вокал
Hal Ritson
Hal Ritson
Бэк-вокал
Vula Malinga
Vula Malinga
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Damon Albarn
Damon Albarn
Композитор
Jordan Cardy
Jordan Cardy
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jordan Cardy
Jordan Cardy
Продюсер
Hal Ritson
Hal Ritson
Инженер звукозаписи
John Davis
John Davis
Мастеринг-инженер
Cenzo Townshend
Cenzo Townshend
Миксинг-инженер
Rob Geraghty
Rob Geraghty
Инженер

Слова

Bored of working through the racing days Don't fall through the concrete holes Or anything else because that's just another fact That they can't help you with The cunt stunk of skunk as he grabbed me by the neck Trackies and North Face, a future court case Wrong place wrong time, I'm a victim of a crime My life and my belongings have done been put on the line If he gets caught he probably won't even get a fine My shit already sold never get back what's mine The sad thing is, well, this ain't the first time And when I think of it, it sends stabbings down my spine Bored of working through the racing days Don't fall through the concrete holes Or anything else because that's just another fact That they can't help you with There's nothing new under the sun And modern life has lost its fun And anywhere I go, they'll take your money I can't take it anymore Turn around, walk away You might live another day Turn around, walk away You might live another day Turn around, walk away You might live another day Turn around, walk away You might live another day Roses round the railings, picture what I'm saying Spending all your savings just to keep up with your cravings Wannabe road men, cracked tarmac needs a mend Well I start to wonder where all the money gets spent On rent, we keep looking up for tomorrow We beg, we steal, we borrow, next year no more sorrow And the sad thing is, well, this ain't the last time And when I think of it, it sends stabbings down my spine Bored of working through the racing days Don't fall through the concrete holes Or anything else because that's just another fact That they can't help you with There's nothing new under the sun And modern life has lost its fun And anywhere I go, they'll take your money I can't take it anymore Bored of working through the racing days Don't fall through the concrete holes Or anything else because that's just another fact That they can't help you with Bored of working through the racing days Don't fall through the concrete holes Or anything else because that's just another fact That they can't help you with There's nothing new under the sun And modern life has lost its fun And anywhere I go, they'll take your money I can't take it anymore
Writer(s): Damon Albarn, Jordan Cardy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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