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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Justin Alan Payne
Justin Alan Payne
Guitar
Marshall Fassino
Marshall Fassino
Guitar
Dave Cerelli
Dave Cerelli
Bass
Eli Simon
Eli Simon
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Alan Payne
Justin Alan Payne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Alan Payne
Justin Alan Payne
Producer
Jeremy Bernstein
Jeremy Bernstein
Producer

Lyrics

Feeling sick, angry, and numb That's how you know you've been spinning wheels Breaking deals, losing touch with what's real Lying fallow in one place too long Stumbling through life blind, deaf, and dumb What does it show You've been running in the wrong race, staring in the wrong face Lapping up the lies, but no one's home at night So, turn out the lights Open your eyes Oh! How does it feel I hate it here You hate it here, too Oh! Is this what it feels like to be free Is this what it feels like They sell us little more than junk, but that's how it goes When the wheels start sparking, train starts rocking Engine howls like the Devil, as it twists, and spins alone Nothing but numbers, with dreams and heartbeats, babe Caught up in the throes of a dying institution, a flawed execution A not-so-secret slip, let it go down with the ship So, go run and hide, screw down your eyes Oh! Do you even feel I hate it here You hate it here, too Oh! Is this what it feels like to be free Is this what it feels like Oh! Is this what it feels like to be free Is this what it feels like
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