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The Cure
The Cure
Исполнитель
Mura Masa
Mura Masa
Ремиксер
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Гитара
Simon Gallup
Simon Gallup
Бас
Jason Cooper
Jason Cooper
Барабаны
Roger O'Donnell
Roger O'Donnell
Клавишные инструменты
Reeves Gabrels
Reeves Gabrels
Гитара
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Mura Masa
Mura Masa
Миксинг-инженер
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Продюсер
J. Boston
J. Boston
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Joe Jones
Joe Jones
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Bunny Lake
Bunny Lake
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Lilian Nuthall
Lilian Nuthall
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Paul Corkett
Paul Corkett
Миксинг-инженер
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Мастеринг-инженер
Nathan Boddy
Nathan Boddy
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

[Verse 1]
I think too much of all that's gone, of how it was before my thoughts
Obsessed with choices made for sure, in ignorance of history and consequence
As more and more, I misremember hopelessly
The way love turned out every time was never quite enough
[Chorus]
I lose all my life like this, reflecting time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am
[Chorus]
I lose all my life like this, reflecting time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am now
[Verse 2]
I think too much of all to come, of how it will be after I give up
My weary dance with age and resignation moves me slow
Toward a dark and empty stage, where I can sing of all I know
The way love turns out every time will never be enough
[Chorus]
I waste all my world like this, intending time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am
[Chorus]
I waste all my world like this, intending time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am now
Written by: Robert James Smith
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