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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Pureka
Chris Pureka
Vocals
Catherine Feeny
Catherine Feeny
Background Vocals
Katie Sawicki
Katie Sawicki
Piano
Ryan Traster
Ryan Traster
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Pureka
Chris Pureka
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Josh Powell
Josh Powell
Engineer
Pierre de Reeder
Pierre de Reeder
Engineer

Letra

Call. Calling out. Calling it off. And now, just lie in the bed that you've made. Trying to leave/break/walk away, but it's hard When you're holding my hand, Holding my heart in your teeth. And if I'm not your love, if I'm not what'll I be? Oh I'm seeing stars. Years, come down, Cut like an anchor Through the mud and stone, Just dragging behind. Oh my god. Get up, get up, get up, Put the gloves back on, Back in the ring, Get up, get up, put the gloves back on, Get back in the ring, Hit the ground, nothing comes easy, Gloves back on, back in the ring, hey, hey... I've been here before but I still can't talk myself down. Yeah, I've see the view from the cliffs and the catacombs. With my arm in a sling, my lonely heart in a jar, Until another day, oh I'm seeing stars. Years, come down, Cut like an arrow, Through the heart and bone, I'm dragging behind. Oh my god. Get up, get up, get up, Put the gloves back on, Back in the ring, Get up, get up Put the gloves back on, Get back in the ring, Hit the ground, nothing comes easy, Gloves back on, back in the ring hey, hey. One more time, back in the ring...
Writer(s): Christine Pureka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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