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 were 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 |
Original Artist
New Order
Live Statistics
Credits
Written by Gillian Gilbert, Peter Hook, Stephen Morris, Bernard Sumner & Stephen Hague.
Official Versions
Album version (4:08)
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Album Version (remove) (4:07)
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Fire Island Edit (4:00)
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Fire Island Mix (7:15)
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Junior Dub Mix (7:44)
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Live 8 Aug 1998 (?:??)
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Live at Top of the Pops (?:??)
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New Order Mix (5:12)
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Radio Edit (3:50)
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Reading Festival 31 August 1993 (4:05)
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Sabres Fast 'n' Throb (12:17)
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Sabres Slow 'n' Low (12:49)
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Sabres Slow 'n' Low Edit (6:41)
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Tocadisco Dub (5:44)
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Tocadisco Remix (6:05)
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Video (?:??)
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Bands that covered this song
Afghan Whigs
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Casey Stratton
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Color Filter
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Get Up Kids
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Radiate
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Towards The Cathedral
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