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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ludvig Ottosson
Ludvig Ottosson
Songwriter
Max Mauritsson
Max Mauritsson
Songwriter
Daniel Lundgren
Daniel Lundgren
Songwriter
Nick Serlstedt
Nick Serlstedt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ludvig Ottosson
Ludvig Ottosson
Producer

Lyrics

We fake our emotions Just to fit in the circle We try, we try to be One in the crowd Smiling when there's nothing left to feel A heart stuck in a lost world That's not real Why can't I just leave? I feel like a counterfeit There's no way to run from it There's not much to hold the flood It's hard to catch your breath while your spitting blood Washed away, I've lost my place I'm still hanging around To find the sound We're all so sick of playing this game The view's so open and clear We gaze ourself blind in a haze It's all a lie That we deny Forget everything, I'm not anything We're not anything I feel like a counterfeit There's no way to run from it There's not much to hold the flood It's hard to catch your breath while your spitting blood Washed away, I've lost my place I'm still hanging around To find the sound We're all so sick of playing this game We all float the same But right now we're taken by the wave Let's swim deep To find our enemies We hide behind the hills Too scared to carry our on wills Let's run free To find our remedy Washed away, I've lost my place I'm still hanging around To find the sound We're all so sick of playing this game Let's swim deep We're all so sick of playing this game Let's run free We're all so sick of playing this game
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