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Gaz Coombes
Gaz Coombes
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Gita Langley
Gita Langley
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Faith Simpson
Faith Simpson
Бэк-вокал
Beverlei Brown
Beverlei Brown
Бэк-вокал
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Gaz Coombes
Gaz Coombes
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Gaz Coombes
Gaz Coombes
Продюсер
Ian Davenport
Ian Davenport
Продюсер
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
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Слова

Weird times It's a fantasy All you read in the magazines Mother Nature in a top hat (Baby you're the one you can walk the walk) But they don't realize Sitting tight In the compound Sweatpants, sipping on a cocktail (Baby you're the one you can walk the walk) He's got a finger on the button Ready to delete I'm through looking out at the darkness But don't get hypnotized by the lies It's all gonna crumble under you Like when the wall came down And there were no sides But I'm in a time of separation Paralysed by our own nation Blurred lines, another war game (Baby you're the one you can walk the walk) Hook, line and sinker Back at the compound All the lions start circling The next man playing out his fantasy (Baby you're the one you can walk the walk) (Baby you're the one you can walk the walk) (Baby you're the one you can walk the walk) I'm through looking out at the darkness Don't get hypnotized by the lies And I don't see them wonder 'Cause when it comes around It's gonna be too late, too late We're stuck looking out at the darkness But don't get hypnotized by the lies It's all gonna crumble under you Like when the wall came down And there were no sides Ok (Baby you're the one you can walk the walk) Walk the walk (Baby you're the one you can walk the walk) (Baby you're the one you can walk the walk)
Writer(s): Gareth Coombes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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