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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Priestner
Jared Priestner
Songwriter
Jan Cajka
Jan Cajka
Songwriter
Duran Ritz
Duran Ritz
Songwriter
Lubo Ivan
Lubo Ivan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Randolph
Tim Randolph
Producer

Lirik

I wanna write words that mean something some day
To a kid like me who might've lost their way
Who needs to duck out, get the fuck out
Feeling like trash can, being chucked out
So find a late plane or a freight train
It's freedom, certain death, or blowing out your brains
Bound in chains, lighting smoke with another
Think about it, kid, think about your mother
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel
Is there a way out, a way out of this?
Man, I just feel like a piece of shit
Is there a way out, a way out of this?
I feel like I don't even wanna live
Straight from the heart of a fucked up kid
In so deep, don't know what I did
God, I don't know if I believe in you
All the shit that the world has put me through
Give me a reason, send me a sign
I'm a tiny part of your grand design
I can see it now, it's a wall of clouds
I can see it now, it's a wall of clouds
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
Written by: Duran Ritz, James Priestner, Jan Cajka, Lubomir Ivan
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