Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Priestner
James Priestner
Songwriter
Jared Priestner
Jared Priestner
Songwriter
Jan Cajka
Jan Cajka
Songwriter
Tim Randolph
Tim Randolph
Songwriter
Lubomir Ivan
Lubomir Ivan
Songwriter
Duran Ritz
Duran Ritz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Randolph
Tim Randolph
Producer

Lyrics

(Two, three)
It's a long walk back for the weak-ass rat
Hated the ride, I want my dollar back
Why do they hate me? What did I do?
I want so bad to be loved like you
And every night's become a fight, so what am I to do?
I try to put a good face on, I'm a deadly shade of blue
There's nowhere left to turn, no, there's not a light in sight
I wish that I could turn 'em on, but I don't know
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
I just want to feel okay
Can't get there myself, I'll find another way
Float like a feather, fly like a bird
I just don't want it to hurt
'Cause every night's become a fight, so what am I to do?
I try to put a good face on, I'm a deadly shade of blue
There's nowhere left to turn, no, there's not a light in sight
I wish that I could turn 'em on, but I don't know
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
I got worse than I deserved (I wish I would have lost the nerve)
I wish I would have turned (before I hit the verge)
Every night had become a fight, so what was I to do?
I tried to put a good face on, was a deadly shade of blue
Nowhere left to turn, no, not a light in sight
I wish I could have turned 'em on, but I don't know
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Written by: Duran Ritz, James Priestner, Jan Cajka, Jared Priestner, Lubomir Ivan, Tim Randolph
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