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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
hard life
hard life
Künstler:in
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Stimme und Gesang
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Komponist:in
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Murray Matravers
Murray Matravers
Co-Produzent:in
Rob Milton
Rob Milton
Produzent:in
Lee Smith
Lee Smith
Mischtechniker:in
Matt Colton
Matt Colton
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Lyrics

(It's temporary I'm sure) (It's temporary I'm sure) But it's not beautiful at all, when we stand up and fall So if you hear the phone not ringing that's just me not calling For another episode and so the story goes And we're like summer springs, weekend kings Strawberry lace tastes like honey bee stings And love is temporary And we're like midnight flings and pendulum swings We could put it down as just one of those things 'Cause love is temporary (is temporary) I may be right here but I'm not even close, I I'm quick on the uptake but slow on approach, and You'll be elsewhere so I don't suppose just wanna stand we could superimpose Angels and devils in glistening robes But is there any reason why you don't want me to climb up so very high? Upon a pedestal, I'm doomed to fall down on my knees 'Cause we're like summer springs, weekend kings Strawberry lace tastes like honey bee stings And love is temporary And we're like midnight flings and pendulum swings We could put it down as just one of those things 'Cause love is temporary And we're like summer springs, weekend kings Strawberry lace tastes like honey bee stings 'Cause love is temporary And we're like midnight flings and pendulum swings We could put it down as just one of those things 'Cause love is temporary (is temporary) 'Cause we're like summer springs, weekend kings Strawberry lace tastes like honey bee stings 'Cause love is temporary And we're like midnight flings and pendulum swings We could put it down as just one of those things 'Cause love is temporary Colored rain jacket, call me madly infatuated Wings on my heels and still I'm feeling so isolated All, let's appeal, it's blown up and exaggerated
Writer(s): Robert James Milton, Samuel Edward Hewitt, Murray Cameron Matravers Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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