Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Acey Slade
Guitare rythmique
James Root
Guitare principale
Joey Jordison
Batterie
Keith Caputo
Chant
Matt Baumbach
Guitare rythmique
Tom Niemeyer
Guitare rythmique
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Joey Jordison
Composition
Mina Caputo
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Joey Jordison
Production
Colin Richardson
Ingénierie de mixage
Monte Conner
Production déléguée
Paroles
Just what in the world has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin' with me
Fed up, tired and lonely
Gonna run away and hide
Was riding, tryin' to get to heaven
Was riding down the road feeling bad
Left me standing in the doorway cryin'
'Til my eyes begin to bleed
Just when the world has come over you
Shall I hold you close or let you go by
Just what in the hell has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin' with me
Blind
Tired
Blind
You left your feelings out there hanging
Just don't know what I'm gonna do
It's just a game, it's the same old story
This kind of love could you ever be true
You left me standing in the doorway cryin'
I'd give anything to be with you
Just when the world has come over you
Shall I hold you close or let you go by
Just what in the hell has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin'
Just standing in the doorway cryin'
Gonna run away and hide
Got no place left to turn
Is the love in your heart turning
You left me standing in the doorway cryin'
Just when the world has come over you
Shall I hold you close or let you go by
Just what in the hell has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin'
Just when the world has come over you
Shall I hold you close or let you go by
Just what in the hell has come over you
Is it some kind of game you're playin' with me
Blind
Tired
Blind
Tired
Blind
Tired
Blind
Writer(s): Nathan Jordison, Keith Caputo
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