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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Monk
Tony Monk
Vocals
Aaron Leavy
Aaron Leavy
Guitar
Scott Pears
Scott Pears
Bass Guitar
Tim Allen
Tim Allen
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Monk
Tony Monk
Songwriter

Lyrics

Stepping up to the fucking plate, gonna knock you outta the park Sick of all the shit you talk, gonna set you straight Who gave you the key to core? Who died and made you king? It's hard enough to build this up without you tearing it down So fucking hard behind the fucking screen So fucking tough, your hands upon the keys Know this your whole life is a front We won't ever follow your words again Trust you, you had your fucking chance This time you're on your fucking own This scene is small enough, no need to divide Show yourself for who you are, no reason for you to hide So many fucking people with so much to give Spend your time on petty shit, there's so much more to live We've wasted so much time, should've left shit behind The past is fucking dead, look forward never back So suck it up, I think it's time to let go Not too late to start again Not too late to start again We won't ever follow your words again This time you're on your fucking own
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