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Falling
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Glen Phillips
Glen Phillips
Гитара
John Fields
John Fields
Клавишные инструменты
Pete Thomas
Pete Thomas
Барабаны
Jim Anton
Jim Anton
Бас-гитара
Джон Брайон
Джон Брайон
Гитара
Andy Sturmer
Andy Sturmer
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Glen Phillips
Glen Phillips
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
John Fields
John Fields
Продюсер
Steven Miller
Steven Miller
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

Oh my enigma, I'll never forgive ya You have confirmed my suspicions as if they had mattered You're so removed, I can't approach With an attitude beyond reproach The constitution of a roach With skin of satin Oh you tease, you taunt, You don't you know what you want You're too cool, too hot; I'm wishing I'd forgotten But there is no bottom, no there is no bottom And I just keep on falling Oh my nemesis, I always knew you were the best The high priestess of bitterness, queen of the morning You fight me 'til the bitter end No white flags, no chance to make amends With enemies like you, well, who needs friends? They all just seem boring Oh you tease, you taunt, You don't you know what you want You're too cool, too hot; I'm wishing I'd forgotten But there is no bottom, no there is no bottom I just keep on falling Oh, I just keep on falling Are we alright? Are we still here? Are we alive? Does anybody still care? Oh you tease, you taunt You're everything I want You're too cool, too hot, I'm wishing I forgotten But there is no bottom No there is no bottom Oh there is no bottom, and I just keep on falling Oh I just keep on falling And I just keep on falling I just keep on falling
Writer(s): David Robert Randall, Andrew David James Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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