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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manic Street Preachers
Manic Street Preachers
Performer
Dave Eringa
Dave Eringa
Piano
James Dean Bradfield
James Dean Bradfield
Vocals
Sean Moore
Sean Moore
Drums
Richey James
Richey James
Background Vocals
Nicky Wire
Nicky Wire
Bass Guitar
Shovel Shovel
Shovel Shovel
Percussion
Ian Kewley
Ian Kewley
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dean Bradfield
James Dean Bradfield
Composer
Sean Moore
Sean Moore
Composer
Richey James
Richey James
Lyrics
Nicky Wire
Nicky Wire
Lyrics
Nick Ingham
Nick Ingham
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Eringa
Dave Eringa
Producer
Gilles Cowley
Gilles Cowley
Assistant Engineer
Lee Philips
Lee Philips
Assistant Engineer
Andy Baker
Andy Baker
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I write this alone on my bed I've poisoned every room in my house The place is quiet and so alone Pretend there's something worth waiting for There's nothing nice in my head The adult world took it all away Wake up with the same spit in my mouth Cannot tell if it's real or not I try to walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where Outside opened mouthed cows Pass each other as if their drugged Down pale corridors of routine Where life falls unatoned The weak kick like straw Till the world means less and less Words are never enough Just cheap tarnished glitter I try to walk in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where A cripple walks in a straight line An imitation of dignity From despair to where From despair to where
Writer(s): Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore, James Dean Bradfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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