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Pirate Bones
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Pirate Bones was released on April 30, 2007 by Phonogenic as a part of the album N.B.
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AlbumN.B.
Release DateApril 30, 2007
LabelPhonogenic
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Natasha Bedingfield
Natasha Bedingfield
Performer
Andrew Frampton
Andrew Frampton
Keyboards
Wayne Wilkins
Wayne Wilkins
Keyboards
Trevor Lawrence
Trevor Lawrence
Drums
Richard Altenbach
Richard Altenbach
Strings
Julie Ann Gigante
Julie Ann Gigante
Violin
Natalie Leggett
Natalie Leggett
Violin
Mark Robertson
Mark Robertson
Violin
Keith Greene
Keith Greene
Viola
Sebastian Toettcher
Sebastian Toettcher
Cello
Victor Lawrence
Victor Lawrence
Cello
Michael Valerio
Michael Valerio
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Natasha Bedingfield
Natasha Bedingfield
Songwriter
Andrew Frampton
Andrew Frampton
Songwriter
Steve Kipner
Steve Kipner
Songwriter
W.Wilkins
W.Wilkins
Songwriter
Richard Altenbach
Richard Altenbach
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Natasha Bedingfield
Natasha Bedingfield
Producer
S. Kipner
S. Kipner
Producer
Andrew Frampton
Andrew Frampton
Producer
Wayne Wilkins
Wayne Wilkins
Producer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Alex Dromgoole
Alex Dromgoole
Assistant Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

What if I squeeze myself into any shape
And I still don't fit?
What if I bend myself so much that I break
And I can't mend it?
What if I burn so bright that the fire goes out
And I can't stay lit?
What's the point in it?
I could get good at crying crocodile tears
Just to get along
I could carry on telling you what you wanna hear
'Til my voice is gone
But if I finally get to the place that I think is home
And I don't belong
What's the point in it, where's the benefit
When I'm gaining all, but I'm losin' it?
It's not worth having
If it's too much to hold
You can dig so deep
That you're left with a hole
Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold
Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
What I thought was precious, just a pile o' stones
I might have the treasure, but I'd be lying alone
Just a pile of pirate bones
(Uh, yeah, oh, oh)
If I forfeit my soul, it ain't worth having
(Uh, yeah, oh, oh)
If it's something I stole, it ain't worth having
What if I stake everything I am on a dream
And it's counterfeit?
If I reach the end that justifies the means
Could I live with it?
And if it's true that havin' too much of any good thing
Can only make me sick
What's the point in it, where's the benefit
When I'm gaining all, but I'm losing it? Oh
It's not worth having (It's not)
If it's too much to hold
You can dig so deep
That you're left with a hole
Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold
Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
What I thought was precious, just a pile o' stones
I might have the treasure, but I'd be lyin' alone
Pirate bones
(Uh, yeah, oh, oh)
If I forfeit my soul, it ain't worth having
(Uh, yeah, oh, oh)
If it's something I stole, it ain't worth having
It's not worth that much to me
If losin' out is what it means
To swim in shallow victory is empty, empty
It's just not worth the price
It's only a fool's paradise
If it's draining every drop of life
'Til I'm dry like pirate bones
(It's not worth having) It's not worth having
If it's too much to hold (Too much to hold)
You can dig so deep
That you're left with a hole
Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold (Oh yeah)
Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
What I thought was precious, just a pile o' stones (Just a pile o' stones)
I might have the treasure, but I'd be lying alone
Just a pile of pirate bones
(If I forfeit my soul) If I forfeit my soul, it ain't worth having (Whoa, oh, oh)
If it's something I stole, it ain't worth having (Pirate bones)
Pirate bones
(What I the thought was treasure, just a pile o' stones)
Pirate bones
Pirate bones
(Uh, yeah, oh, oh)
If I forfeit my soul, it ain't worth having
(Uh, yeah, oh, oh)
Written by: Andrew Frampton, Natasha Bedingfield, S. Kipner, Wayne Wilkins
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