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Credits

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

Lyrics

And she's walking on the edge of a knife And she knows it's the death of her Sarah you live & you learn you're invisible And she's walking on the edge of a crowd Late at night you can never tell Town from town Sounds of England swallow you down Makes you want to laugh Could a heaven on earth be ours here & now? And she says "What's in my palm? Read between the lines Give me something to savour Can you do that? Cos I'll believe anything" And I say When you're hoping for some more from your life Shouldn't wonder you've had enough And in my town Sounds of England swallow you down And a heaven on earth is all ours but not now I tell you when a heaven on earth is all ours Come on down
Writer(s): Harriet Ella Wheeler, David Richard Gavurin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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