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Austin Carango
Austin Carango
Batterie
Eric Butler
Eric Butler
Chant
Gabriel Paganin
Gabriel Paganin
Basse
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Eric Butler
Eric Butler
Paroles/Composition
Austin Carango
Austin Carango
Paroles/Composition
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James Trevascus
James Trevascus
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Ryan Ellery
Ryan Ellery
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Paroles

I think it's 'bout time That I warned you I might cry in front of you And I don't want you to feel Like I'm afraid of the truth I didn't want you to feel Like it was all your fault But that doesn't mean That I wanted you to feel nothing at all What do you want me to say When I can't tell you the truth? Please, tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to deal with losing you So what's the point of talking If you're not changing your mind? It just reminds me of the lying And it's wasting my time So was it worth it to me To wait around and then see If all my love was well spent My night-time hikes and weekends You are my best friend And I don't want this to end What do you want me to say When I can't tell you the truth? Please tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to deal with losing you What do you want me to say When I can't tell you the truth? Please tell me how the fuck I'm supposed to deal with losing you It wasn't worth it to me To wait around and then see All of my love go unspent My night-time hikes and weekends You were my best friend I didn't want it to end
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