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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Manic Street Preachers
Manic Street Preachers
Performer
Dave Eringa
Dave Eringa
Piano
James Dean Bradfield
James Dean Bradfield
Vocals
Sean Moore
Sean Moore
Drums
Richey James
Richey James
Background Vocals
Nicky Wire
Nicky Wire
Bass Guitar
Shovel Shovel
Shovel Shovel
Percussion
Ian Kewley
Ian Kewley
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Dean Bradfield
James Dean Bradfield
Composer
Sean Moore
Sean Moore
Composer
Nicky Wire
Nicky Wire
Lyrics
Richey Edwards
Richey Edwards
Lyrics
Nick Ingman
Nick Ingman
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Eringa
Dave Eringa
Producer
Gilles Cowley
Gilles Cowley
Assistant Engineer
Lee Philips
Lee Philips
Assistant Engineer
Andy Baker
Andy Baker
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I write this alone on my bed
I've poisoned every room in my house
The place is quiet and so alone
Pretend there's something worth waitin' for
There's nothing nice in my head
The adult world took it all away
I wake with same spit in my mouth
I cannot tell if it's real or not
I try to walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where?
From despair to where?
Outside, opened-mouthed crowds
Pass each other as if they're drugged
Down pale corridors of routine
Where life falls un-atoned
The weak kick like straw
Till the world means less and less
Words are never enough
Just cheap tarnished glitter
I try to walk in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where?
From despair to where?
A cripple walks in a straight line
An imitation of dignity
From despair to where?
From despair to where?
Written by: James Dean Bradfield, Nicky Wire, Richey Edwards, Sean Moore
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