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If I Had Any Sense Left at All

Reba McEntire

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If I Had Any Sense Left At All
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Reba McEntire
Reba McEntire
Исполнитель
Larry Paxton
Larry Paxton
Бас-гитара
Paul Leim
Paul Leim
Барабаны
John Hobbs
John Hobbs
Синтезатор
Randy McCormick
Randy McCormick
Фортепиано
B. James Lowry
B. James Lowry
Акустическая гитара
Dan Dugmore
Dan Dugmore
Стил-гитара
Linda Davis
Linda Davis
Бэк-вокал
John Jorgenson
John Jorgenson
Электрогитара
Gregg Galbraith
Gregg Galbraith
Электрогитара
Gary Prim
Gary Prim
Клавишные инструменты
Curtis Wright
Curtis Wright
Бэк-вокал
Bergen White
Bergen White
Бэк-вокал
Louis Nunley
Louis Nunley
Бэк-вокал
Lisa Cochran
Lisa Cochran
Бэк-вокал
Marabeth Jordan
Marabeth Jordan
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Hank Cochran
Hank Cochran
Композитор
Red Lane
Red Lane
Композитор
Dale Dodson
Dale Dodson
Композитор
Phil Collins
Phil Collins
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Reba McEntire
Reba McEntire
Продюсер
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Продюсер
Norro Wilson
Norro Wilson
Продюсер
Billy Sherrill
Billy Sherrill
Инженер звукозаписи
Todd Tidwell
Todd Tidwell
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
J.R. Rodriguez
J.R. Rodriguez
Ассистент миксинг-инженера
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Инженер звукозаписи
John Guess
John Guess
Миксинг-инженер
Patrick Murphy
Patrick Murphy
Ассистент миксинг-инженера

Слова

I can feel the darkness reaching in As I touch the place you may as well have never been Love can hurt much more than one can bear When a heart beats for someone who's not there How many times Must I tell myself that you're gone When will the rest of me wake up And see what went wrong So wrong And turn on the light, pick up the phone And just call And lay pride aside If I had any sense at all Voices call that only I can hear Who would have thought this love was something I would fear Almost hold, almost smell, almost taste On my mind, in my heart, on my face How many times Must I tell myself that you're gone When will the rest of me wake up And see what went wrong So wrong And turn on the light, pick up the phone And just call And lay pride aside If I had any sense at all Oh, just lay pride aside If I had any sense left at all
Writer(s): Hank Cochran, Red Lane, Dale Dodson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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