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PERFORMING ARTISTS
New Order
New Order
Performer
Bernard Sumner
Bernard Sumner
Synthesizer
Gillian Gilbert
Gillian Gilbert
Synthesizer
Peter Hook
Peter Hook
Bass Guitar
Stephen Morris
Stephen Morris
Drums
David Rhodes
David Rhodes
Guitar
Andy Duncan
Andy Duncan
Programming
Dee Lewis
Dee Lewis
Background Vocals
Audrey Riley
Audrey Riley
Cello
Owen Morris
Owen Morris
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bernard Sumner
Bernard Sumner
Songwriter
Gillian Gilbert
Gillian Gilbert
Songwriter
Peter Hook
Peter Hook
Songwriter
Stephen Morris
Stephen Morris
Songwriter
Stephen Hague
Stephen Hague
Songwriter
Audrey Riley
Audrey Riley
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bernard Sumner
Bernard Sumner
Producer
Gillian Gilbert
Gillian Gilbert
Producer
Peter Hook
Peter Hook
Producer
Stephen Hague
Stephen Hague
Producer
Stephen Morris
Stephen Morris
Producer
Mike 'Spike' Drake
Mike 'Spike' Drake
Engineer
Owen Morris
Owen Morris
Engineer
Richard Chappell
Richard Chappell
Engineer
Simon Mark Gogerly
Simon Mark Gogerly
Engineer
Pascal Gabriel
Pascal Gabriel
Producer

Lyrics

Maybe I've forgotten The name and the address Of everyone I've ever known It's nothing I regret Save it for another day It's the school exam And the kids have run away I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain of my wounded heart I was upset you see Almost all the time You used to be a stranger Now you are mine I wouldn't even trust you I've not got much to give We're dealing in the limits And we don't know who with You may think that I'm out of hand That I'm naive, I'll understand On this occasion, it's not true Look at me, I'm not you I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain of my wounded heart I was a short fuse Burning all the time You are a complete stranger Now you are mine I would like a place I could call my own Have a conversation on the telephone Wake up every day that would be a start I would not complain about my wounded heart Just wait till tomorrow I guess that's what they all say Just before they fall apart I was upset you see Almost all the time You used to be a stranger Now you are mine
Writer(s): Stephen Paul David Morris, Peter Hook, Bernard Sumner, Gillian Lesley Gilbert, Stephen Eric Hague Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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