Видео

Видео

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Pulp
Pulp
Исполнитель
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Барабаны
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Вокал
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Клавишные инструменты
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Бас-гитара
Марк Веббер
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Композитор
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Композитор
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Композитор
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Композитор
Патрик Дойл
Патрик Дойл
Композитор
Марк Веббер
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
Продюсер

Слова

[Verse 1]
Don't bother saying you're sorry
Why don't you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now
Wipe your feet on my dreams
[Verse 2]
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I coulda been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean
[Verse 3]
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me, baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh, and I'll come running
Just to do it again
[Verse 4]
You are that last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
[Verse 5]
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
[Verse 6]
And like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid
Like a plane I've been told I never should board
Like a film that's so bad but I gotta stay till the end
Let me tell you now, it's lucky for you that we're friends
Written by: Candida Doyle, Jarvis Cocker, Mark Webber, Nick Banks, Patrick Doyle, Steve Mackey
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