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Stephan Lacasse
Stephan Lacasse
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Stephan Lacasse
Stephan Lacasse
Songwriter

Texty

This muscle memory
In my heart
For this stage of the game
When its been pushed too hard
Pushed too hard
Dressing down the saints
'Cause nothing's sacred
Falling into place
Nearly naked
Castaways
We might not make it
All the days
Shut up and fake it
Don't tell me I don't believe a thing
Every faith I had just left a sting
And the only thing I know for sure
Is we're alive and at death's door
Let's get the record straight
This empty cart
Is looking for a name
To fill with thoughtful charms
And open arms
Can't rinse out the stain
It was born there
In darkness and in rain
It won't care
This happy face
Might not make it
Through all the days
Shut up and take it
Don't tell me I don't believe a thing
Every faith I had just left a sting
And the only thing I know for sure
Is we're alive and at death's door
Anybody got a light?
Put it up in the air
Anybody wanna sing?
Show me you mean it
Anybody got a light?
Put it up in the air
Anybody wanna sing?
Show me you mean it
Don't tell me I don't believe a thing
Every faith I had just left a sting
And the only thing I know for sure
Is we're alive and at death's door
The only thing I know for sure
Written by: Charles Stephan Lacasse
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