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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
James Blunt
James Blunt
Stimme und Gesang
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Bassgitarre
Glen Scott
Glen Scott
Tasteninstrumente
Karl Brazil
Karl Brazil
Schlagzeug
James Bryan
James Bryan
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
James Blunt
James Blunt
Songwriter:in
Steve Robson
Steve Robson
Songwriter:in
Wayne Hector
Wayne Hector
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
Produzent:in
Sam Keyte
Sam Keyte
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
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Sundays sitting on your back porch And I came on with a couple of chords And I played for you You let me keep you entertained With stories, I exaggerate That you know aren't true And as you sit there making daisy chains And I throw in a hand grenade And tell you how it is, I really feel for you I'm sending postcards from my heart Your love for a postmark and then You know that you make me feel like We've been caught like kids in the school yard again And I can't keep it to myself Can't spell it any better, L.O.V.E forever I hope you know that I'm sending a postcard I don't care who sees what I've said Or if the whole world knows what's in my head We chased the sun 'til it got away On a bicycle that your daddy made But not made for two Then we sat out on your rocking chair You with a flower in your hair That I found for you But then Monday always comes around And it's sad 'cause I can't see you now Want you to know you're always in my head I'm sending postcards from my heart With your love for a postmark and then You know that you make me feel like We've been caught like kids in the school yard again And I can't keep it to myself Can't spell it any better, L.O.V.E forever I hope you know that I'm sending a postcard I don't care who sees what I've said Or if the whole world knows what's in my head You know sometimes it's hard to see You say the words that torture me But inside I know exactly how I feel The things that I can't say out loud I'll find a place to write it down I hope that they will find you in the end I'm sending postcards from my heart With your love for a postmark and then You know that you make me feel like We've been caught like kids in the school yard again And I can't keep it to myself Can't spell it any better, L.O.V.E forever I hope you know that I'm sending a postcard I don't care who sees what I've said Or if the whole world knows what's in my head Know, know, know All the things I want you to know, know, know All the things I want you to know, know, know All the things I want you to know, know, know All the things I want you to know, know, know All the things I want you to know, know, know All the things I want you to know
Writer(s): Wayne Anthony Hector, Steve (gb) Mac, James Blunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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