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PERFORMING ARTISTS
8stops7
8stops7
Performer
Evan Sula-Goff
Evan Sula-Goff
Guitar
Alex Viverds
Alex Viverds
Bass
Adam Powell
Adam Powell
Drums
Seth Watson
Seth Watson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Evan Sula-Goff
Evan Sula-Goff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darren Lewis
Darren Lewis
Executive Producer
David Gilbert
David Gilbert
Executive Producer
Norman Saleet
Norman Saleet
Executive Producer
Paul Yered
Paul Yered
Executive Producer
Stephen Marcussen
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
David Kahne
David Kahne
Producer
Paul Lani
Paul Lani
Producer
Toby Wright
Toby Wright
Producer

Lyrics

Ever since I was a child you always said that I should understand the rules You take some and give less Sit high above the rest... don't you As I ask a simple question Cuts me off with his reply He's been practicing for decades Now he thinks I have the time He flows in and out of riddles Looking me straight in the eye But it seems like something's missing from the days when he was more my size Chorus: Ten years older and I've finally found my pride This old man comes rolling home to die Old feelings make it hard to decide just what it means to me Everything exists 'tween black and white You can twist and distort the most blatant of lies Or just offer up solutions practiced only in your mind I lost half my life to wisdom So forgive me if I come off sounding bitter If my words push you away If I seem surprised to see you lying here in front of me Just consider what you're asking and give me a little time I'm still having trouble breathing 'cause up to now I've never seen you cry Chorus No son of mine Should I be sleeping No son of mine As if you never understood that I don't need your help Don't have to save me from myself Or take me out to prove that I should live my life like you As I ask a simple question Cuts me off with his reply He's been practicing for decades But I am listening this time He flows in and out of riddles Stories change without the wine But at least he seems much clearer on how it feels to be my size Chorus Ten years older and I've finally found my pride This old man comes rolling home to die Old feelings make it harder to see just what he means to me Just what he means to me Just what he means to me Just what he means to me
Writer(s): Evan Sula-goff, Adam Powell, Seth Watson, Alex Viveros Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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