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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tommy Barbarella
Tommy Barbarella
Keyboards
Fafu
Fafu
Programming
Ken Chastain
Ken Chastain
Percussion
Michael Bland
Michael Bland
Drums
Greg Suran
Greg Suran
Guitar
AJ McLean
AJ McLean
Vocals
Brian T. Littrell
Brian T. Littrell
Vocals
Howie Dorough
Howie Dorough
Vocals
Kevin Richardson
Kevin Richardson
Vocals
Nick Carter
Nick Carter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blair Daly
Blair Daly
Songwriter
Chris Farren
Chris Farren
Songwriter
DALY, ERIC BLAIR
DALY, ERIC BLAIR
Songwriter
John Christopher Farren
John Christopher Farren
Songwriter
Tommy Barbarella
Tommy Barbarella
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Fields
John Fields
Producer
Steven Miller
Steven Miller
Recording Engineer
Chris Testa
Chris Testa
Recording Engineer
Matt Beckley
Matt Beckley
Assistant Engineer
John Ondrasik
John Ondrasik
Executive Producer
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Everybody knows that I was such a fool To ever let go of you but baby I was wrong And yeah, I know I said, we'd be better off alone It was time that we moved on, I know, I broke your heart I didn't mean to break your heart but baby, here I am Banging on your front door My pride's spilled on the floor My hands and knees are bruised And I'm crawling back to you Begging for a second chance Are you gonna let me in? I was running from the truth And now I'm crawling back to you I know you're in there and you can make me wait But I'm not gonna wait, it's the least that I can do Just to tell you face to face, I was lying to myself Now I'm dying in this hell, girl, I know you're mad I can't blame you for being mad but baby, here I am Banging on your front door My pride's spilled on the floor My hands and knees are bruised And now I'm crawling back to you Begging for a second chance Are you gonna let me in? I was running from the truth And now I'm crawling back to you If you could see these tears I'm crying Touch these hands that can't stop shaking Hear my heart that's barely beating You would see a different man but baby, here I am Banging on your front door My pride's spilled on the floor My hands and knees are bruised And I'm crawling back to you Begging for a second chance Are you gonna let me in? I was running from the truth Now I'm crawling back to you Banging on your front door My pride's spilled on the floor I was running from the truth Now I'm crawling back to you Yeah, now I'm crawling back to you Crawling back to you Crawling back to you Crawling back to you
Writer(s): Christopher A. Daughtry, Marti Frederickson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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