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Kristan Dawson
Kristan Dawson
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Daniel Winter-Bates
Daniel Winter-Bates
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Adam Jackson
Adam Jackson
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Davyd Winter-Bates
Davyd Winter-Bates
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Ed Hartwell
Ed Hartwell
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Tom Prendergast
Tom Prendergast
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Dan Weller
Dan Weller
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Randy Slaugh
Randy Slaugh
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Kristan Dawson
Kristan Dawson
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Daniel Winter-Bates
Daniel Winter-Bates
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Adam Jackson
Adam Jackson
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Davyd Winter-Bates
Davyd Winter-Bates
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Dan Weller
Dan Weller
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Jamie Ward
Jamie Ward
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Joseph McQueen
Joseph McQueen
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Ryan Smith
Ryan Smith
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Слова

Where do I belong If pressure takes over? This weight I can shoulder Where did we go wrong? Heavy head without a crown A heartbeat without a sound A snapped neck without a noose A torturous game we always lose Yeah Way beyond Way beyond the feelings I can't control I'm just a bastard tryna save my soul Death comes easy for me Finish me off because I'm trying to leave Nothing left to give, no one left to serve Forget heaven, I'll go somewhere I deserve Death comes easy for me Finish me off because I'm trying to leave Nothing left to give, no one left to serve Forget heaven, I'll go somewhere I deserve We do not belong Where pressure takes over This weight I can shoulder But where did we go wrong? The void where this has gone Growing ever colder This wound remains open Are we close to the end now? Heavy head without a crown A heartbeat without a sound A snapped neck without a noose A torturous game we always lose We've been lost in oceans, drowning So breathe in, hold in, sinking, darkness We've been lost in oceans, drowning We are surrendered to the deep Ah We do not belong Where pressure takes over This weight I can shoulder But where did we go wrong? The void where this has gone Growing ever colder This wound remains open Are we close to the end now? Did you really think I gave up on life? Get it Death comes easy for me Finish me off because I'm trying to leave Nothing left to give, no one left to serve Forget heaven, I'll go somewhere I deserve Death comes easy for me Finish me off because I'm trying to leave Nothing left to give, no one left to serve Forget heaven, I'll go somewhere I deserve Forget heaven, I'll go somewhere I deserve
Writer(s): Adam Jackson, Daniel Winter Bates, David Winter Bates, Kristan Dawson, Tom Prendergast, Ed Hartwell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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