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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sundays
The Sundays
Performer
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Guitar
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Vocals
Lindsay Jamieson
Lindsay Jamieson
Tambourine
Paul Brindley
Paul Brindley
Bass Guitar
Patrick Hannan
Patrick Hannan
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry DiRienzo
Jerry DiRienzo
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Gavurin
David Gavurin
Producer
Harriet Wheeler
Harriet Wheeler
Producer
Dave Anderson
Dave Anderson
Producer

Lyrics

I vow that it's goodbye I vow that it's goodbye and God bless Why did you have to assume We're exactly the same? Oh, no, no Talk about yourself, self, self I vow that it's goodbye to the old ways Those stories were a good read They were dumb as well I could never be seen Falling down on my knees crawling Oh, no, no Talk about a sell, sell, sell Oh, let the heavens shudder, baby I belong to you Oh, they said you get what you deserve And all they said was true So, is this what it's come to? Am I cold or just a little bit warm? Oh well, just give me an easy life and a peaceful death Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Ian James, Jerry Dirienzo, Keith B Nealy, David Motamed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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