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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Beautiful South
The Beautiful South
Performer
Dave Hemingway
Dave Hemingway
Vocals
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Vocals
Brianna Corrigan
Brianna Corrigan
Vocals
Sean Welch
Sean Welch
Bass Guitar
Dave Stead
Dave Stead
Drums
Dave Rotheray
Dave Rotheray
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Composer
Dave Rotheray
Dave Rotheray
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Hedges
Michael Hedges
Producer
Lance Phillips
Lance Phillips
Engineer
Ben Kape
Ben Kape
Engineer
Rupert Coulson
Rupert Coulson
Engineer

Lyrics

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Don't whisper love and dream of wedding bells
Don't do all the talking, let love speak up itself
Mm, let love speak up itself
So when you feel a little tatty and unhappy with your face
Let it breathe into us and put you back in place
Let it breathe, let it breathe
From the day it came into us, till the day it wants to leave
For it will, it will go
And it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello
There will not be a send-off, no funeral or mass
Just a pathetic little vodka from a dirty little glass
To the world's greatest mum
From the oldest swinger in town
Let love speak up itself
Let love speak up itself
And let it rise up in the morning and take us for the walk
And let it do the talking when we're too tired to talk, ah
When we're too tired to talk
And when you feel unhappy that I'm not the one I was
Let love rot inside and let love palm you off
Let it rot, let it rot
Let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot
In a knot, in a knot
And let it take your feelings and tie them in a knot
Hang them from a cleaver and say, 'Look what we've got;
A man and a woman and guess what they forgot'
To the world's greatest mum
From the oldest swinger in town
Let love speak up itself
Let love speak up itself
Let love speak up itself
And let it, and let it
Let love speak up itself
Let love speak, let love rot, let love tear
Let love speak, let love rot, let love tear
Let love tear, let love tear up itself
When you feel a little down, and when you feel a little down
From the oldest swinger in town
Just let love speak, just let love speak
Just let love speak up itself, just let love speak up itself
And the oldest, the oldest swinger in town
Just let love speak up, just let love speak up itself
Let love, let love speak up itself
Written by: Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton
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