Music Video

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

Picture myself as a thin white child
Back to the day I was born on
They slapped me into line as it crossed my mind
I've felt better, I've felt worse
This is my life and it's all very well
But never never never again, oh
As they say "We've been robbed"
And don't you know that this time
Love, love, love
Just love yourself like no one else
Love, it's enough
They can say what they like but they still can't take that
Distance myself from the things I'd like but
Everyone has something I need
Don't let me wake up and find
All those others leaving me behind
Well if you don't have a clue about life
Then I'm happy, happy, happy to say
Neither have I although
I'm not going to shrug my shoulders & suck my thumb
This time ´cos there's something I deserve
Love, love, love
Just love yourself like no one else
Love, it's enough
They can say what they like but they still can't take that
Picture my house in a postcard town
Picture a bomb in the sky
History at your door
Who could ask for more?
I've felt better
I've felt better
So kill me with love
Love, love, love
Just love yourself like no one else
Love, it's enough
They can say what they like but they still can't take your
Love, love, love
Time's so scarce where I come from
Let them say what they like
Cos they still can't take your love
Love love love
Just love yourself like no one else
Written by: David Gavurin, Harriet Wheeler
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