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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Penn
Bob Penn
Drums
Ian Smith
Ian Smith
Bass
Racquet Club
Racquet Club
Performer
Blair Shehan
Blair Shehan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Penn
Bob Penn
Arranger
Sergie Loobkoff
Sergie Loobkoff
Songwriter
Ian Smith
Ian Smith
Arranger
Blair Shehan
Blair Shehan
Songwriter

Lyrics

And here you're allowed To let beauty find you And let it remind you When the world can be unkind When the fear starts to crowd Baby, I'm worn out The beauty got torn out With the hurt we left behind I took a drive to the mountain range With the hopes that I'd clear my head What had been a sea of green Was now a sea of red I headed back and I saw a wreck And I expect that somebody died A backdrop of pink and blue Where the sunset caught my eye And here you're allowed To let beauty find you Let it remind you When the world can be unkind When the fear starts to crowd Baby, I'm worn out The beauty got torn out With the hurt we left behind I took a walk and I met a dog And he was standing on his last legs Well he's a dog so we couldn't talk But I could see that he was brave I headed home and I passed the bar And their hearts and their drinks were full I didn't stop 'cause I've come too far But some days I feel the pull But some days I feel the pull But some days I feel the pull But some days And here you're allowed To let beauty find you And let it remind you When the world can be unkind And sing with me now Baby, I'm worn out The beauty got torn out With the hurt we left behind And here you're allowed To let beauty find you And let it remind you When the world can be unkind
Writer(s): Ian Smith, William Shehan, Robert Jay Penn, Sergie B Loobkoff Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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