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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Pat Callahan
Pat Callahan
Guitare
Shaun Morgan
Shaun Morgan
Guitare
Dale Stewart
Dale Stewart
Guitare basse
John Humphrey
John Humphrey
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Shaun Morgan
Shaun Morgan
Paroles/Composition
Dale Stewart
Dale Stewart
Composition
John Humphrey
John Humphrey
Composition
Pat Callahan
Pat Callahan
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bob Marlette
Bob Marlette
Production
Rich Costey
Rich Costey
Ingénierie de mixage
Glenn Pittman
Glenn Pittman
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

[Verse 1]
Throw your dollar bills and leave your thrills all here with me
And speak, but don't pretend I won't defend you anymore, you see
It aches in every bone
I'll die alone, but not for you
My eyes don't need to see that ugly thing
I know it's me, you fear
If you want me, hold me back
[Chorus]
Frail, the skin is dry and pale
The pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high
Just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself you'll be the death of me
[Verse 2]
I don't need a friend, I need to mend so far away
So come, sit by the fire and play a while
But you can't stay too long
It aches in every bone
I'll die alone, but not for pleasure
I see my heart explode
It's been eroded by the weather here
If you want me, hold me back
[Chorus]
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself you'll be the death of me
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself you'll be the death of me
[Bridge]
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
Hold your eyes closed, take me in
[Chorus]
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself you'll be the death of me
Frail, the skin is dry and pale, the pain will never fail
And so we go back to the remedy
Clip the wings that get you high, just leave 'em where they lie
And tell yourself you'll be the death of me
Written by: Shaun Morgan
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