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Editors - Nothing
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Editors
Editors
Исполнитель
Tom Smith
Tom Smith
Скрипка
Alison Dods
Alison Dods
Скрипка
Allen Walley
Allen Walley
Бас
Andrew Parker
Andrew Parker
Альт
Anthony Pleeth
Anthony Pleeth
Виолончель
Boguslav Kostecki
Boguslav Kostecki
Скрипка
Bruce White
Bruce White
Альт
Caroline Dale
Caroline Dale
Виолончель
Cathy Thompson
Cathy Thompson
Скрипка
David Daniels
David Daniels
Виолончель
Deborah Widdup
Deborah Widdup
Скрипка
Emil Chakalov
Emil Chakalov
Скрипка
Everton Nelson
Everton Nelson
Скрипка
Helen Kamminga
Helen Kamminga
Альт
Ian Humphries
Ian Humphries
Скрипка
Jonathan Evans-Jones
Jonathan Evans-Jones
Скрипка
Mark Berrow
Mark Berrow
Скрипка
Martin Loveday
Martin Loveday
Виолончель
Mary Scully
Mary Scully
Бас
Matt Dunkley
Matt Dunkley
Дирижер
Natalia Bonner
Natalia Bonner
Скрипка
Patrick Kiernan
Patrick Kiernan
Скрипка
Rachel Bolt
Rachel Bolt
Альт
Rick Koster
Rick Koster
Скрипка
Rita Manning
Rita Manning
Скрипка
Skaila Kanga
Skaila Kanga
Арфа
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ed Lay
Ed Lay
Композитор
Elliott Williams
Elliott Williams
Композитор
Justin Lockey
Justin Lockey
Композитор
Russell Leetch
Russell Leetch
Композитор
Tom Smith
Tom Smith
Композитор
Matt Dunkley
Matt Dunkley
Аранжировщик оркестра
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Jacquire King
Jacquire King
Продюсер
Craig Silvey
Craig Silvey
Миксинг-инженер
Geoff Foster
Geoff Foster
Инженер

Слова

The sun said nothing About my demise, my fall to the floor Sparks from your stare cascade into mine Started a war Started a war Monday morning, hungover, red eyes Hide it all away We walk through a crowd of strangers Two minutes from your door You lived there all your life Every conversation within you Starts a celebration in me 'Til I got nothing left I got nothing left Out of it, you handle it for everyone Take a poisoned dart to my heart, and then I'm done Every conversation within you Starts a celebration in me 'Til I got nothing left I got nothing left These floorboards creaking, my body's old The sun casts a shadow at dusk that cuts through your bones Your body and soul Every conversation within you Starts a celebration in me 'Til I got nothing left I got nothing left I got nothing left I got nothing left Oh-oh-oh, I got nothing left I got nothing left
Writer(s): Thomas Smith, William Justin Lockey, Russell Leetch, Edward Lay, Elliott Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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