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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Calum Scott
Calum Scott
Stimme und Gesang
Andrew Yeates
Andrew Yeates
Klavier
Ciara Ismail
Ciara Ismail
Geige
Sarah Daramy-Williams
Sarah Daramy-Williams
Geige
Ruth Elder
Ruth Elder
Geige
Kotono Sato
Kotono Sato
Geige
Honor Watson
Honor Watson
Geige
Emma Fry
Emma Fry
Geige
Nicola Hicks
Nicola Hicks
Bratsche
Natalia Senior-Brown
Natalia Senior-Brown
Bratsche
Alexandra Marshall
Alexandra Marshall
Cello
Richard Phillips
Richard Phillips
Cello
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
George Michael
George Michael
Komponist:in
Andrew Yeates
Andrew Yeates
Arrangeur:in
Ciara Ismail
Ciara Ismail
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andrew Yeates
Andrew Yeates
Produzent:in
Charlie Thomas
Charlie Thomas
Mischtechniker:in
Matt Jaggar
Matt Jaggar
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
George Chung
George Chung
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in

Paroles

I've had enough of danger And people on the streets I'm lookin' out for angels Just tryin' to find some peace Now I think it's time That you let me know So if you love me, say you love me But if you don't, just let me go 'Cause teacher, there are things that I don't want to learn And the last one I had made me cry So I don't want to learn to hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because it ain't no joy For an uptown boy Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye When you were just a stranger And I was at your feet I didn't feel the danger Now I feel the heat That look in your eyes Is telling me, "No" So you think that you love me, know that you need me I wrote the song, I know it's wrong, just let me go And teacher, there are things that I don't want to learn Oh, the last one I had made me cry So I don't want to learn to hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because there ain't no joy For an uptown boy Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye So when you say that you need me, that you'll never leave me I know you're wrong, you're not that strong, let me go And teacher, there are things that I still have to learn But the one thing I have is my pride So I don't wanna learn to hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because there ain't no joy For an uptown boy Who just isn't willing to try I'm so cold inside Baby, just one more try
Writer(s): George Michael Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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