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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
W. H. Lung
Künstler:in
Liza Violet
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
W. H. Lung
Komponist:in
Joseph Evans
Komponist:in
Thomas Sharkett
Komponist:in
Lyrics
Okay
I woke up sick this morning
What will it be like in a hundred years' time?
The God of dried apricots let the dawn in
Without checking if we wanted it this time
I discovered some energy inside my right shoe
Just enough to push myself outside
Okay, fine
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
Oh, my God
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
What did I say? What did I say?
I was right on the cusp of something great
Just as I find I was killing the vibe (You alright mate? You alright mate?)
Knowledge common as an orchid and as frail
And elusive, it withered and died
Singing have a dig, have a dig, have a dig
Have a dig, have a dig, have a dig
Have a dig, have a dig, have a dig
You might as well
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
Oh, my God
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
What did I say? What did I say?
It's a fatal vulnerability that says, you know, to Hell with it
But I'm at peace with my decision
And my body and my body and my body is a river
As it sings along, I feel fine
I'm quite in love with your smile and movement, my child
Oh, yes, I feel fine
Shall we glimmer and rise together
One last time?
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
(One last time)
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
(One last time)
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
(One last time)
What did I say? What did I say?
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
(One last time)
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
(One last time)
Showstopper, showstopper, showstopper
(One last time)
What did I say? What did I say?
Writer(s): Joseph Evans, Thomas Sharkett
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