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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Priestner
James Priestner
Lyrics
Jared Priestner
Jared Priestner
Composer
Jan Cajka
Jan Cajka
Composer
Lubomir Ivan
Lubomir Ivan
Composer
Duran Ritz
Duran Ritz
Composer
Jeff Quinn
Jeff Quinn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Producer
Rare Americans and Ben Kaplan
Rare Americans and Ben Kaplan
Producer

歌詞

This ain't my head, this is for real man
I'm sitting at a new kitchen table, tryna get a start on a plan
I'm bending it back, I'm breaking it down
In a different spot now but still the same part of town
Withdrawn, withdrawn, my feelings are gone
Withdrawn, withdrawn, my feelings are gone
I can feel it
I can feel it
I fell in love with this data
It made me a guy I hated
I'm not sure if I could go back, I think the two are related
I'm lost within myself, a shadow walking in my own shoes
I can't get off a drug, I've never even used
Spent a couple years in my head
Lawyering, arguing sides
Gotta care pretty hard to fake it, man
It's a tug-of-war inside
Withdrawn, withdrawn, my feelings are gone
Withdrawn, withdrawn, my feelings are gone
I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it
Over and over, due meal
With an old chummy ass
What's new?
I say forgiving doesn't make a right man
It just frees you
Spent too much time for my own good
By myself in bars
It's really hard to keep a secret, judged from afar
Tell me how many outta 10
Can come all the way back
I will be in that count my friend, that's a matter of fact
Beyond, beyond, I'm moving beyond
Beyond, beyond, I'm moving beyond
I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can feel it
I can feel it, I can feel it
Written by: Duran Ritz, Jan Cajka, Jared Priestner, Jeff Quinn, Lubomir Ivan
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