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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
The Streets
The Streets
Künstler:in
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Tasteninstrumente
Claire Maguire
Claire Maguire
Zusätzlicher Gesang
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Stimme und Gesang
Wayne Bennett
Wayne Bennett
Gitarre
Jim Skinner
Jim Skinner
Musiker:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter:in
Claire Maguire
Claire Maguire
Songwriter:in
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Produzent:in
Mike Millrain
Mike Millrain
Mischtechniker:in
Jim Skinner
Jim Skinner
Mischtechniker:in

Lyrics

I had a funny dream and I came to screaming That I was in a funny house but it was kind of mine And I was with you only it wasn't you It happened in the past but it was somehow now It put it into focus, things became clear I had to plan something I handed in my notice Even though to most it looked random My heart had left I was just going in tandem I smoked one too many cigarettes I heard one too many lies And I've gambled on too many bets I lost it all to this life I'm packing up my desk I've put it into boxes (...to this life) Knock out the lights, lock the locks and leave I'll leave one evening be seen off At a party for my parting in a bar It starts on the early side and ends in a gutter With a fumble with a colleague in a car No more alarm that barks in the dark With the beeping like darts to the heart Yes, the maze it does look deep And days are over for dozing on my cheek I smoked one too many cigarettes I heard one too many lies And I've gambled on too many bets I lost it all to this life I'm packing up my desk I've put it into boxes (...to this life) Knock out the lights, lock the locks and leave Read the funny card signed by all That was purchased by the person I will always recall Lock away my labors, steel stationary A kiss on the lips or a grin in a grip I had a funny dream and I came to screaming That I was in a funny house but it was kind of mine And I was with you only it wasn't you It happened in the past but it was somehow now I came to it noon through the tune of a spoon In a mug in a room, but I knew very soon That the mug in the room, was the mug yours truly Because I never stood up for what I wanted to do I smoked one too many cigarettes I heard one too many lies And I've gambled on too many bets I lost it all to this life I'm packing up my desk I've put it into boxes (...to this life) Knock out the lights, lock the locks and leave I smoked one too many cigarettes I heard one too many lies And I've gambled on too many bets I lost it all too this... I smoked one too many cigarettes I heard one too many lies And I've gambled on too many bets I lost it all too this life I'm packing up my desk I've put it into boxes (...to this life) Knock out the lights, lock the locks and leave (...to this life)
Writer(s): Michael Geoffrey Skinner, Clare Rita Mary Maguire, Christopher Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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