Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Richard Elliot
Richard Elliot
Saxofon
Tony Maiden
Tony Maiden
Gitarre
Steven Dubin
Steven Dubin
Programmierung
Mitchel Forman
Mitchel Forman
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Valerie Simpson
Valerie Simpson
Songwriter:in
Nickolas Ashford
Nickolas Ashford
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Steven Dubin
Steven Dubin
Produzent:in
Dave Rideau
Dave Rideau
Mischtechniker:in
Barry Rudolph
Barry Rudolph
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Martin Christensen
Martin Christensen
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Koji Egawa
Koji Egawa
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Michael Huff
Michael Huff
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Ken Deranteriasian
Ken Deranteriasian
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Dave Hancock
Dave Hancock
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Kenny Shroyer
Kenny Shroyer
Studiopersonal

Lyrics

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing. Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing. I got your picture hangin' on the wall, But it can't see or come to me when I call your name. I realize it's just a picture inside a frame. I read your letters when you're not near me, But they don't move me, and they don't groove me Like when I hear your sweet voice whispering in my ear. I play the game, a fantasy. I pretend I'm not in reality. I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me. I got some memories to look back on And though they help me when you phone, I'm well aware nothin' can take the place of you being there. No other sound is quite the same as your name. No touch can do half as much to make me feel better, So let's get together. Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing. Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby. Ain't nothing like the real thing.
Writer(s): Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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