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Creed - A Thousand Faces
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INTERPRÉTATION
Creed
Creed
Interprète
Mike Plotnikoff
Mike Plotnikoff
Flûte à bec
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mark Tremonti
Mark Tremonti
Paroles/Composition
Scott Stapp
Scott Stapp
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Howard Benson
Howard Benson
Production
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Ingénierie de mixage
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I stand surrounded by the walls that once confined me Knowing I'll be underneath them when they crumble, when they fall With clarity my scars remind me Ash still simmers just under my skin Indifference smiles again So much I hide How is stepping back a move forward? (Why?) now I'm forced to look behind I'm forced to look at you You wear a thousand faces (you know it's hell) Tell me, tell me which is you (and you know it well) (So) broken mirrors paint the floor Why can't you see the truth? You wear a thousand faces (you know it's hell) Tell me, tell me which is you Tell me which is you Eerily time made no change Pointing fingers, laying blame Lying over and over and over and over (over) Deceiving your mind Dug my grave, trashed my name Yet here I stand, so you won't fade away Indifference smiles again So much I hide How is stepping back a move forward? (Why?) now I'm forced to look behind I'm forced to look at you You wear a thousand faces (you know it's hell) Tell me, tell me which is you (and you know it well) (So) broken mirrors paint the floor Why can't you see the truth? You wear a thousand faces (you know it's hell) Tell me, tell me which is you I bleed inside (oh, I bleed) Just let it out (you got to let it out) Just let it out (got to let it out, that bullshit) I bleed inside (oh, I bleed inside) Just let it out (you got to let it out) Just let it out (just let it out) Let it die! (Why?) now I'm forced to look behind I'm forced to look at you You wear a thousand faces (you know it's hell) Tell me, tell me which is you (and you know it well) (So) broken mirrors paint the floor Why can't you tell the truth? You wear a thousand faces (you know it's hell) Tell me, tell me which is you Tell me, tell me, tell me You wear a thousand faces Tell me which is you Tell me which is you
Writer(s): Mark Tremonti, Scott Stapp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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