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Pete Farndon
Pete Farndon
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Martin Chambers
Martin Chambers
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Geoff Bryant
Geoff Bryant
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James Honeyman-Scott
James Honeyman-Scott
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Chris Mercer
Chris Mercer
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Henry Lowther
Henry Lowther
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Jim Wilson
Jim Wilson
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Chrissie Hynde
Chrissie Hynde
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Jeremy Green
Jeremy Green
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JON WALLS
JON WALLS
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Chris Thomas
Chris Thomas
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Bill Price
Bill Price
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Such a drag to want something sometimes One thing leads to another I know Was a time wanted you for my own Nobody knew You arrived like a day And passed like a cloud I made a wish, I said it out loud Out loud in a crowd Everybody heard 'Twas the talk of the town It's not my place to know what you feel I'd like to know but why should I Who where you then Who are you know Common laborer by night, By day highbrow Back in my room I wonder then I Sit on the bed, Look at the sky Up in the sky Clouds rearrange Like the talk of the town Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday You've changed, your place in this world You've changed, your place in this world Oh but it's hard to live by the rules I never could and still never do The rules and such never bothered you You call the shots and they follow I watch you still from a distance then go Back to my room you never know I want you, I want you but now Who's the talk of the town Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday Maybe tomorrow, maybe someday You've changed, your place in this world You've changed, your place in this world
Writer(s): Chrissie Hynde Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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