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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mark Owen
Mark Owen
Künstler:in
Peter-John Vettese
Peter-John Vettese
Programmierung
London Session Orchestra
London Session Orchestra
Künstler:in
Mark Evans
Mark Evans
Programmierung
Reg Ad Gwyne
Reg Ad Gwyne
Bass
Simon Hale
Simon Hale
Künstler:in
Gavyn Wright
Gavyn Wright
Orchesterleiter:in
Robbie Mackintosh
Robbie Mackintosh
Gitarre
Hugo Draggenhart
Hugo Draggenhart
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mark Owen
Mark Owen
Komponist:in
Henry Priestman
Henry Priestman
Komponist:in
Guy Batson
Guy Batson
Komponist:in
Peter-John Vettese
Peter-John Vettese
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
Simon Hale
Simon Hale
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Peter-John Vettese
Peter-John Vettese
Produzent:in
Mark Evans
Mark Evans
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

I was into
Like a sudden fix from a bowl of sugar
To you
And all that you were standing for
Yeah, you knew
I was so caught up that I could barely move
To stop you
From having everything and more
Do you pick me up
To put me under
Break me in
So you can choose your ways to put me back again
You can leave a hole like a nail in my head
You can leave me turned into nothing instead
You can leave me close to the edge
You won't ever hear me hit the ground
Are you into
Have you given up, have we gone to far
Do you wander
Or are you staying where we are
I abhor you
Yet all the while still I adore knowing you
And all that might have been before
Do I say too much to take you over
Break me in
So I can choose my ways to put me back again
You can leave a hole like a nail in my head
You can leave me turned into nothing instead
You can leave me close to the edge
You won't ever hear me hit the ground
Cause I'm floored but not broken
And I'm scarred but I'll heal
Yeah I'm blissfully tortured, naked and real
And I'm stung and I'm sorry
But I'm calm now and clear
Like the sky hanging over
Like the scratch on my shoulder
That I no longer feel, feel
I was into, too close to the edge, too close to the edge
You can leave a hole like a nail in my head
You can leave me turned into nothing instead
You can leave me close to the edge
You won't ever hear me hit the ground
Written by: Guy Batson, Henry Priestman, Mark Owen
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