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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sundays
The Sundays
Performer
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Guitar
Paul Brindley
Paul Brindley
Bass Guitar
Patrick Hannan
Patrick Hannan
Drums
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Vocals
Lindsay Jamieson
Lindsay Jamieson
Tambourine
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Composer
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Producer
Dave Anderson
Dave Anderson
Producer
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Producer

Lyrics

I feel fine, don't wake me up yet Oh, the young and the old, they get everything And it's my turn And I'm here, waiting someone to know I'm calling the tune, but I'm losing the words Laughingly, I take the fevered applause Of the people by the riverside And I'm walking, walking on water God knows why And I'm losing the words, losing the words I am a man, well, nearly Celebrate life Be good to yourself You're wrong, that's all wrong Don't wake me like that I was dreaming and I'd rather just carry on Just give me a love and hate on both my hands I'll show you what I'm made of Wasting my breath when I say that, oh You're wrong, that's all wrong Don't wake me like that I was dreaming and I'm tired of everyone Here's hoping that you'll go Go now, so long, leave me, leave me alone 'Cause I'm better alone Just give me a love and hate on both my hands I'll show you what I'm made of Wasting my breath when I say that Love, hate, and a pair of hands That's where I began Just be good, good to yourself I feel fine, don't wake me up yet 'Cause I feel tired Well, well, don't be like that And we don't need to work anymore now Open that ground up and slip down
Writer(s): Harriet Ella Wheeler, David Richard Gavurin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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