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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Madness
Madness
Stimme und Gesang
Graham McPherson
Graham McPherson
Stimme und Gesang
Dan Woodgate
Dan Woodgate
Schlagzeug
Chris Foreman
Chris Foreman
Gitarre
Lee Thompson
Lee Thompson
Saxofon
Mike Barson
Mike Barson
Tasteninstrumente
Cathal Smyth
Cathal Smyth
Trompete
Graham Bush
Graham Bush
Bass
Joe Auckland
Joe Auckland
Blechblasinstrumente
Mike Kearsey
Mike Kearsey
Blechblasinstrumente
Steven Turner
Steven Turner
Blechblasinstrumente
Rachael Lander
Rachael Lander
Cello
Lenny Edwards
Lenny Edwards
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Natalie Holt
Natalie Holt
Bratsche
Nick Barr
Nick Barr
Bratsche
Kirsty Mangan
Kirsty Mangan
Geige
Martin Lissola
Martin Lissola
Geige
Stephanie Benedetti
Stephanie Benedetti
Geige
Vicky Lyon
Vicky Lyon
Geige
Ellie Fagg
Ellie Fagg
Geige
Michael Kearsey
Michael Kearsey
Blechblasinstrumente
The Brass Monkeys
The Brass Monkeys
Blechblasinstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Dan Woodgate
Dan Woodgate
Komponist:in
Lee Thompson
Lee Thompson
Komponist:in
Madness
Madness
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Graham McPherson
Graham McPherson
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Chris Foreman
Chris Foreman
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Mike Barson
Mike Barson
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Cathal Smyth
Cathal Smyth
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Mike Kearsey
Mike Kearsey
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
Michael Kearsey
Michael Kearsey
Blechbläser-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Charlie Andrew
Charlie Andrew
Produzent:in
Owen Morris
Owen Morris
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Baby, we are living a life that most Could only dream of And baby, look at the debris of what we have become Oh can't anybody help us? Why should anybody care? I'm so taken in by you I would follow you oohh to the other side Our connections are sugar sweet So strap up, take it all in your stride Oh can't anybody help us? Why should anybody care? Cut throats are going in for the kill Bumbling flashes snapping at our heels We may appear like circus freaks Juggling with all we have able But at the end of the day our cards upon the table Nothing left concealed Oh, all will be revealed Baby, we are living the life that most could only Imagine, imagine all the people And baby, look at the debris and what we have become Clear all this clutter from the front room dear Give me a little whistle when the coast is clear 'Cause, we may appear like circus freaks Balancing upon the tight rope To a dumb struck helpless crowd Willing us on, hope against hope We may appear like circus freaks Death defying antics down a dead end street Desperate to avoid the tabloid Soiled to the souls of our feet We may appear like circus freaks Juggling with all we have able But, at the end of the day our cards upon the table No more bets No more bets
Writer(s): Lee Jay Thompson, Daniel Mark Woodgate Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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