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Adrian Smith
Adrian Smith
Гитара
Nicko McBrain
Nicko McBrain
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Dave Murray
Dave Murray
Гитара
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
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Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
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Adrian Smith
Adrian Smith
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Albert Boekholt
Albert Boekholt
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Ronald Prent
Ronald Prent
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Sean Burrows
Sean Burrows
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Martin Birch
Martin Birch
Продюсер
George Marino
George Marino
Мастеринг-инженер
Bruce Buchalter
Bruce Buchalter
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Слова

Wased years! One, two, three- From the coast of gold, across the seven seas Travelin' on, far and wide But now it seems I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else I close my eyes and I think of home Another city goes by in the night Ain't it funny how it is? You never miss it til' it's gone away And my heart is lying there, will be 'til my dying day, Adrian! So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand Realize you're living in the golden years Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind Can't ease this pain so easily When you can't find the words to say, hard to make it through another day And it makes me wanna cry, throw my hands up to the sky So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand Realize you're living in the golden years, hey! So understand, Adrian! Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand Realize you're living in the golden years So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up, make your stand Realize you're living in the golden years, hey!
Writer(s): Adrian Frederick Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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