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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robert Forster
Robert Forster
Vocals
Peter Morén
Peter Morén
Electric Guitar
Karin Bäumler
Karin Bäumler
Background Vocals
Jonas Thorell
Jonas Thorell
Electric Bass Guitar
Magnus Olsson
Magnus Olsson
Drums
Anna Åhman
Anna Åhman
Piano
Louis Forster
Louis Forster
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Derwent Garth Forster
Robert Derwent Garth Forster
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Morén
Peter Morén
Producer
Niklas Berglöf
Niklas Berglöf
Mixing Engineer
Magnus Lindberg
Magnus Lindberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I don't know if I can make it the tour went on too long
Feel washed out and faded can't come back to strong
My girlfriend gave up waiting my gardener gave up too
Seasons are dry I now know whey romance is not in bloom
I need to make connections I might go back on home
Back to my old bedroom a world of my own
A world that I took with me out into the glare
Now I've found that you can't be bound you can't be everywhere
It's such a shame.
It's a funny game
You can look into a mirror you don't recognise yourself
So you keep on going as somebody else
But that was really you deep down inside
You can't erase older days till better ones arrive
My agent used to tell me You give people the shits'
Why can't you be like everyone else Play the hits.'
That's a good question and it's a mystery to me
But I've come to see it positively as my destiny
Now you're back in the city I'm not an urban guy
I thought I was just because I can't remember why
And I'm working on a feeling I can feel it in my chest
No one I've meet has seen me yet at my best
No.
Written by: Robert Derwent Garth Forster
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