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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fanfarlo
Fanfarlo
Performer
Linnea Weiss
Linnea Weiss
Cello
Peter Katis
Peter Katis
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Lucas
Chris Lucas
Songwriter
L. Beckenham
L. Beckenham
Songwriter
L. Finch
L. Finch
Songwriter
M. West
M. West
Songwriter
Memon
Memon
Songwriter
S. Balthazar
S. Balthazar
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fanfarlo
Fanfarlo
Producer
Greg Giorgio
Greg Giorgio
Recording Engineer
S. Balthazar
S. Balthazar
Recording Engineer
Simon Trought
Simon Trought
Recording Engineer
Peter Katis
Peter Katis
Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Paul Jones
Paul Jones
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold for the gold We fall for the same lies, we all have the same shoes to fill The preachers and books of your empire will fight here alone Some day they will be forgotten and die one by one The walls, the walls are coming down, the here and now is coming round It will some day let you down The ships, the ships are coming in, the great ideas are wearing thin There is nothing left to do For atoms have gone as far as atoms will go Your books write themselves, they line up in row after row The walls,the walls are coming down, the here and now is coming round It will some day let you down The ships the ships are coming in, the great, ideas are wearing thin There is nothing left to do The walls, the walls are coming down, the here and now is coming round It will some day let you down The ships, the ships are coming in, the great ideas are wearing thin There is nothing left to do
Writer(s): Leon Beckenham, Simon Aurell, Mark West, Catherine Lucas, Justin Finch, Amos Memon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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