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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
John Aprigliano
John Aprigliano
Paroles/Composition
Chris Arnold
Chris Arnold
Paroles/Composition
Phil Ricca
Phil Ricca
Paroles/Composition
George Monez
George Monez
Paroles/Composition
Steven Hollwedel
Steven Hollwedel
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PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nicholas Starrantino
Nicholas Starrantino
Production
Pierce Johnston
Pierce Johnston
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Paroles

Dying to feel something Can you teach me how to cope? I'll still feel nothing For me there is no hope Waiting for the sunrise Buried in my old life Haunted by these bad dreams Where I can't speak Grains of salt make the lessons softer When I'm breathing underwater The pressure builds and my body's failing In the end, my mind's prevailing Another weekend Rent free in my head again I hope the room and board is worth it Because I don't deserve to think about it Stuck in place Like an out of focus picture in its frame It comes in waves There's a moment of peace And then it tears you away Grains of salt make the lessons softer When I'm breathing underwater The pressure builds and my body's failing In the end, my mind's prevailing
Writer(s): Phil Ricca Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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