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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Hickox
Tom Hickox
Vocals
Rory Kinnear
Rory Kinnear
Spoken Word
Clarissa Ward
Clarissa Ward
Spoken Word
Nick Beake
Nick Beake
Spoken Word
Matthew Kofi Waldren
Matthew Kofi Waldren
Conductor
Zara Hudson-Kozdoj
Zara Hudson-Kozdoj
Cello
Byron Fulcher
Byron Fulcher
Trombone
Julian Gil-Rodriguez
Julian Gil-Rodriguez
Violin
Didier Osindero
Didier Osindero
Viola
Robert Miller
Robert Miller
Violin
John Thurgood
John Thurgood
French Horn
Chi-chi Nwanoku
Chi-chi Nwanoku
Double Bass
Brad Webb
Brad Webb
Drums
Rakhvinder Singh
Rakhvinder Singh
Violin
Shez Sheridan
Shez Sheridan
Piano
Natalie Taylor
Natalie Taylor
Viola
Amy Stanford
Amy Stanford
Viola
Clifton Harrison
Clifton Harrison
Viola
Philip Cobb
Philip Cobb
Trumpet
Paul Philbert
Paul Philbert
Timpani
Niall Keatley
Niall Keatley
Trumpet
Thea Sayer
Thea Sayer
Double Bass
Elliott Bailey
Elliott Bailey
Cello
Jeremy Young
Jeremy Young
Piano
Andrew Sutton
Andrew Sutton
French Horn
Blaize Henry
Blaize Henry
Violin
Mandhira De Saram
Mandhira De Saram
Violin
Ashok Klouda
Ashok Klouda
Cello
Sarah Daramy-Williams
Sarah Daramy-Williams
Violin
David Kadumakasa
David Kadumakasa
Cello
Corinne Bailey
Corinne Bailey
French Horn
Elodie Chousmer-Howelles
Elodie Chousmer-Howelles
Violin
Laure Chan
Laure Chan
Violin
Peter Moore
Peter Moore
Trombone
Daniel West.
Daniel West.
Bass Trombone
Zahra Benyounes
Zahra Benyounes
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Hickox
Tom Hickox
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Hickox
Tom Hickox
Producer
Jake Jackson
Jake Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Alex Wharton
Alex Wharton
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

You can find me every hour of every night and day.
You can see me in the darkness and hear what I say.
You know my habits, my whole routine (no information you can’t glean),
I can only dream of privacy
playing on a game show, playing on a game show,
playing on a game show, playing on a game show.
You see my family, you see my sickness and where I get my pills.
You see me lurking in virtual shadows to get my thrills.
You follow my travels, every pound I blow (you hear my melancholic piano),
you prophesy tomorrow every day
playing on a game show, playing on a game show,
playing on a game show, playing on a game show,
playing on a game show, playing on a game show,
playing on a game show, playing on a game show.
You don’t know why I silently cry
the sweet lullaby of the blue butterfly.
Some things my eyes just carry inside
playing on a game show, playing on a game show,
playing on a game show, playing on a game show,
playing on a game show, playing on a game show,
playing on a game show, playing on a game show.
Written by: Tom Hickox
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