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Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Вокал
Fred Maher
Fred Maher
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Robert Quine
Robert Quine
Гитара
Blair Gray Cowan
Blair Gray Cowan
Синтезатор
Matthew Sweet
Matthew Sweet
Гитара
Nicky Holland
Nicky Holland
Бэк-вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Lloyd Cole
Lloyd Cole
Продюсер
Fred Maher
Fred Maher
Продюсер
Paul Hardiman
Paul Hardiman
Продюсер

Слова

You want to leave me, baby, be my guest All I'm going to do is cry And then I'm gonna find me someone else And tear the stars out of the sky Looking for something when there's nothing there to be found Make it easy on yourself Go out and find your body someone else Or tear the stars out of the sky Baby you're too well read Baby you're too well spoken Baby you're too pristine When I cry, do you feel anything? Baby you're too well read You want to leave me, baby, be my guest All I'm going to do is cry And then I'm gonna find me someone else And tear the stars out of the sky Baby you're too well read Baby you're too well spoken Baby you're far too clean When I cry, do you feel anything? Baby you're too well read You don't need me anymore You don't need me anymore They say storms are rife for summertime Well baby, I'm long gone What are you going to do when you open your eyes It's a brand new day and baby No blue skies?
Writer(s): Lloyd Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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