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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Ian McCulloch
Ian McCulloch
Vocals
Lars Horntveth
Lars Horntveth
Bass Clarinet
Morten Harket
Morten Harket
Vocals
Magne Furuholmen
Magne Furuholmen
Background Vocals
Paul Waaktaar-Savoy
Paul Waaktaar-Savoy
Background Vocals
Morten Qvenild
Morten Qvenild
Piano
Even Enersen Ormestad
Even Enersen Ormestad
Bass
Karl Oluf Wenneberg
Karl Oluf Wenneberg
Drums
Madeleine Ossum
Madeleine Ossum
Violin
Emilie Heldal Lidsheim
Emilie Heldal Lidsheim
Viola
Tove Margrethe Erikstad
Tove Margrethe Erikstad
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Magne Furuholmen
Magne Furuholmen
Songwriter
Paul Waaktaar-Savoy
Paul Waaktaar-Savoy
Songwriter
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Arranger
Lars Horntveth
Lars Horntveth
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lars Horntveth
Lars Horntveth
Producer
Henning Svoren
Henning Svoren
Recording Engineer
John O'Mahoney
John O'Mahoney
Mixing Engineer
Marcus Forsgren
Marcus Forsgren
Recording Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Was that somebody screaming
It wasn't me for sure
I lift my head up from uneasy pillows
Put my feet on the floor
Cut my wrist on a bad thought
I head for the door
[Verse 2]
Outside on the pavement
The dark makes no noise
I can feel the sweat on my lip
Leaking into my mouth
I'm heading out for the steep hill
Leaving me no choice
[Verse 3]
And see
As our lives are in the making
We believe
Through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
[Verse 4]
For want of an option
I run the wind 'round
I dream pictures of houses burning
Never knowing nothing else could do
With death comes the morning
Unannounced and new
[Verse 5]
Is it too much to ask for
To pull a little weight
They forgive anything but greatness
These are scoundrel days
And I'm close to calling out their names
As pride hits my face
[Verse 6]
Yeah
And see
As our lives are in the making
We believe
Through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Through scoundrel days
[Verse 7]
I reach the edge of town
I've got blood in my hair
Their hands touch my body
From everywhere
But I know that I've made it
As I run into the air
[Verse 8]
Yeah
And see
As our lives are in the making
We believe
Through the lies and the hating
That love goes free
Goes for free
Through scoundrel days
Written by: Magne Furuholmen, Paul Waaktaar-Savoy
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