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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cast
Cast
Performer
John Power
John Power
Vocals
Peter Wilkinson
Peter Wilkinson
Bass Guitar
Liam "Skin" Tyson
Liam "Skin" Tyson
Guitar
Keith O'neill
Keith O'neill
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Power
John Power
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Leckie
John Leckie
Producer

Lyrics

I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head I'm seein' many colors, but the only one that's comin' through is red It's stoppin' me dead Tryin' to make some tracks, but my feet are feeling like lead (ahh) Stop being bled, stop being bled (ahh) I said, oh my things aren't the same Anyone could see that if I stayed much longer, I'd be tamed We stopped playing games I'm not pointing fingers, but I'm not taking all the blame Playin' all your games, taking all your blame I said oh no, don't even care I guess I'll be seein' you, I guess I'll be leaving you today We're just not a pair I know you've been tryin', but I just can't bear to tell a lie Tellin' me your lies, tellin' me your lies, lies Let me take you by the hand Try to understand You walk me to a land Try to understand Are you nothing but a man? I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head I'm seein' many colors, but the only one that's comin' through is red You know how we feel Can't go on pretendin', and we've just got to fix the deal We gotta make it real, we gotta make it real, real
Writer(s): John Timothy Power Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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