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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Drums
George M Gekas
Bass
Michael Girardot
Trumpet
Robert Ingraham
Saxophone
Zachary Feinberg
Guitar
David Shaw
Vocals
Ed Williams
Pedal Steel Guitar
Mike Dillon
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Stephen Campanelli
Composer
George M Gekas
Composer
Michael Girardot
Composer
Robert Ingraham
Composer
Zachary Feinberg
Songwriter
David Shaw
Songwriter
Ed Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Ellman
Producer
Chris Finney
Engineer
Chris George
Engineer
Daniel Majorie
Engineer
Dave Cooley
Mastering Engineer
Jay Wesley
Assistant Engineer
Vance Powell
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
This is the final come and go
I keep fighting faith cuz I don't wanna know
On this eve in fall, lights shining over
She's colder than she would show
I guess I'll just take the pill
And fall into the meadow
This isn't who I am I'm a soldier with a medal
All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
Find someone to help these hard times pass
So let me put my costume on
I've gone a million miles
With the same crooked smile
And I always give you all you need
But I can see that you're dancing with the devil
So I hope you brought your shovel
You won't get what you need
If you're not down on his level
And it's okay just a little mischief
Hotel rooms were made for this
I've got you open like a butterfly
Inside you made my soul cry
All day all night for my lifetime
Just a little mischief, mischief
All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
Find someone
Find someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
Find someone
I am someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
Below my feet were steaming coals
And now I'm filled with holes
I need someone to help these hard times pass
If all your gold turns to glass
They find you breathing fast
I am someone to help your hard times pass
Find someone
Find someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
Find someone
I am someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
Writer(s): Andrew Stephen Campanelli, Ed Williams, Zachary Feinberg, Robert Ingraham, David William Shaw, George M. Gekas, Michael Girardot
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