Refused: This Just Might Be... ...The Truth, CD
Refused: This Just Might Be... ...The Truth, CD
€19.90
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Refused
This Just Might Be... ...The Truth

  • CD
  • Sweden
  • Startrec
  • (STAR 372-2)
  • 12 Tracks
  • EAN 8642653632720
  • EX+ / EX+
  • used

tracks

1

Intro

1:31
2

Pump The Brakes

2:54
3

Trickbag

2:17
4

5th Freedom

3:16
5

Untitled

2:08
6

Strength

3:29
7

Our Silence

2:59
8

Dust

2:48
9

Inclination

2:38
10

Mark

2:50
11

Tide

2:07
12

Bottom

2:15

Credits

Backing Vocals
  • Abhinanda
  • Drift Apart
  • Refused
  • Shelter
Engineer
  • Fred Estby
Music By
Lyrics By
Layout
  • Refused
Performer
  • David Sandström
  • Dennis Lyxzén
  • Henrik Jansson
  • Magnus Björklund
  • Pär Jaktholm
Producer
  • Refused
  • Tomas Skogsberg

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