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Gregg Alexander
Gregg Alexander
Stimme und Gesang
Josh Freese
Josh Freese
Schlagzeug
Juliet Prater
Juliet Prater
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Paul Bushnell
Paul Bushnell
Bassgitarre
Rick Nowels
Rick Nowels
Klavier
Rusty Anderson
Rusty Anderson
E-Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Gregg Alexander
Gregg Alexander
Songwriter:in
Richard Podolor
Richard Podolor
Arrangeur:in für Gesangsaufnahmen
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Gregg Alexander
Gregg Alexander
Produzent:in
Andre Berryman
Andre Berryman
Mischtechniker:in
Bill Cooper
Bill Cooper
Ingenieur:in
Bob Wartinbee
Bob Wartinbee
Ingenieur:in
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mischtechniker:in
Curt Kroeger
Curt Kroeger
Mischtechniker:in
Don Tyler
Don Tyler
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Michael Brauer
Michael Brauer
Mischtechniker:in
Michael James Marchesano
Michael James Marchesano
Mischtechniker:in
Michael Vail Blum
Michael Vail Blum
Ingenieur:in
Mike Bradford
Mike Bradford
Ingenieur:in
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

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Mm Oh Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh-uh, yeah yeah, uh, yeah yeah yeah, uh All my world's my say, you cry I can't be the one no more, no more 'Cause you devoted the time, and you 'Cause I'm not givin' the time for you, oh, to be there 'Cause she's afraid I'm gonna Why Give you my world, world 'Cause you've been runnin' round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round You want to be the world, oh yeahh (taken the time with you, taken the time, all this time just smoking weed there) Yeah yeah yeah, h-huh, yeah yeah yeah (I just tried so hard) A-sing it for me, said a-yeah yeah yeah Ah, yeah yeah yeah, ah yeah Sing for more of that Wan' make believe you found half an out down there She's in a real bad town, and they do have plans for you They're driving down to the doo dat down To the ambulance shop (I just wanna be there) Pick, pick it up, pick it up, yeah Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, yeah, yeah, baby baby Baby, love make me care, I really really wanna, really wanna Ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah Shaddap Ooh-do-do-do-do-do Do-do-do-do-do She wanted to be a nun until that fateful day we met I beat the crucifix in a game of Russian roulette I burned my Beatles records 'cause she hated "Number Nine" She licked rock cocaine suckers, laughed, said her mom's doing mine Are you an illusion? Or am I just getting stoned? 'Cause I can't take it alone I can't take it alone I hope I didn't just give away the ending We started limping, caught the handicap shuttle to town And yelled, "God's healed us" as we ran off the bus, the driver just frowned By the way, this girl was sexy and she wouldn't touch you That may not be true, but I said it so you'd feel involved with the song Well, are you an illusion Or am I just getting stoned? 'Cause I can't take it alone I can't take it alone I hope I didn't just give away the ending We caught a fey taxi driver, I smiled, the ride was free I felt like Amsterdam, she wanted more drugs and maybe me I told her dealer I was broke, he hired a cameraman We did a porno film for coke, I hear I'm big in Japan Well, are you an illusion Or am I just getting stoned? 'Cause I can't take it alone I can't take it alone I hope I didn't just give away the ending We went back to her kitchen, put the coke all in a can Tied up a T.V. minister, in walked her dad He started drinking coffee, too much sugar on the go He fell dead on the floor, he thought the coke was Sweet 'n' Low Well, are you an illusion Or am I just getting stoned? Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Man, was she upset, but then she stole her dad's wallet, and I drove him to the hospital to sell all of his donatable body parts And this is when she died, they brought a depressed junkie in She shot his Cyanide up, I guess she thought it was Errol Flynn I'm blamed in confusion (I'm blamed in the confusion) The police, the police being phoned I don't even love you We weren't even friends It's just that I can't take it alone I can't take it alone Uh-uh I can't take it alone I hope I didn't just give away the ending I hope I didn't just give away the ending I hope I didn't just give away the ending I hope I didn't just give away the ending I hope I didn't just give away the ending I hope I didn't just give away the ending Aw Jesus, ah shit I think I just gave away the ending
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