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22 Acacia Avenue (2015 Remaster)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Adrian Smith
Adrian Smith
Guitare électrique
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Basse
Clive Burr
Clive Burr
Batterie
Dave Murray
Dave Murray
Guitare électrique
Bruce Dickinson
Bruce Dickinson
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Paroles/Composition
Adrian Smith
Adrian Smith
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nigel Green
Nigel Green
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son
Martin Birch
Martin Birch
Production
Ade Emsley
Ade Emsley
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Tony Newton
Tony Newton
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Nigel Hewitt
Nigel Hewitt
Assistance d’ingénierie de prise de son

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If you're feeling down, depressed and lonely I know a place where we can go 22 Acacia Avenue Meet a lady that I know So if you're looking for a good time And you're prepared to pay the price 15 quid is all she asks for Everybody's got their vice If you're waiting for a long time For the rest to do their piece You can tell her that you know me You might even get it free So any time you're down the East End Don't you hesitate to go You can take my honest word for it She'll teach you more than you can know Charlotte, can't you get out from all this madness? Can't you see it only brings you sadness? When you entertain your men Don't you know the risk of getting disease? Someday when you're reach the age of 40 I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying Nobody then will want to know You won't have any more beautiful wares to show, any more 22, the Avenue That's the place where we all go You will find it's warm inside The red light's burning bright tonight Charlotte, isn't it time you stopped this mad life? Don't you ever think about the bad times? Why do you have to live this way? Do you enjoy the lay or is it the pay? Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue The way you walk, it makes men think of having you When you're walking down the street Everybody stops and turns to stare at you 22, the Avenue That's the place where we all go You will find it's warm inside The red light's burning bright tonight Beat her, mistreat her Do anything that you please Bite her, excite her Make her get down on her knees Abuse her, misuse her She can take all that you've got Caress her, molest her She always does what you want You're running away, don't you know what you're doing? Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin? Charlotte, you've taken your life and you've thrown it away You believe that because what you're earning Your life's good, don't you know that it's hurting? All the people that love you, don't cast them aside All the men that are constantly drooling It's no life for you, stop all that screwing You're packing your bags, you're coming with me
Writer(s): Stephen Percy Harris, Adrian Frederick Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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