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INTERPRÉTATION
Brooklane
Brooklane
Interprète
Alex Anderson
Alex Anderson
Voix principales
Damon Gullicks
Damon Gullicks
Basse électrique
Chance Stearns
Chance Stearns
Guitare électrique
Isaiah Folk
Isaiah Folk
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Alex Anderson
Alex Anderson
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jeff McKinnon
Jeff McKinnon
Production

Paroles

Take me back to the time when we were kids Staying up, playing all our favorite songs Never knew this would take over our lives Day and night running from mistakes But, it didn't stop us from chasing all our dreams No one could ever cloud our vision Don't tell me we'll be fine Spending all our time back home We've got to fight, or fuck this up We'll do this on our own Looking back on all the time that I have wasted I feel ashamed of where I am, and where I should be right now Thesе footprints on the road seem lost We don't get much sleep around hеre Bite myself, I smoke and pay the cost 'Cause I've seem much better days We work too much and hardly play But, I guess that's just a part of growing older Holding on to what's left of my youth Still don't know what I am going to do Am I the only one without a clue? And as the days go passing by My dreams are fading in front of my eyes Someone please help me find some truth Don't tell me we'll be fine Spending all our time back home We've got to fight, or fuck this up We'll do this on our own Looking back on all the time that I have wasted I feel ashamed of where I am, and where I should be right now These footprints on the road seem lost We don't get much sleep around here Bite myself, I smoke and pay the cost 'Cause I've seem much better days We work too much and hardly play But, I guess that's just a part of growing older Tell me what I'm missing, is anybody listening? I guess I'll do it on my own Sick of always stressing Will I stop obsessing, over the things that drag me down? I need a change of pace I can't live my life on standby What's the point of wasting my time When I don't have enough to write these lines These footprints on the road seem lost We don't get much sleep around here Bite myself, I smoke and pay the cost 'Cause I've seem much better days We work too much and hardly play But, I guess that's just a part of growing older (Getting Old) (These footprints on the road seem lost) (Getting Old) (These footprints on the road seem lost)
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