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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mute Choir
Mute Choir
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Arion
Sam Arion
Songwriter
Iris Waters
Iris Waters
Songwriter
Milan Sarkadi
Milan Sarkadi
Composer
Alexander Laurie
Alexander Laurie
Songwriter
Tyler Fyfe
Tyler Fyfe
Songwriter

Lyrics

I woke up tired and feeling old Stared at the time, sinking into my mould I don't know why I'm pacing Worn feet grow tired of chasing (Ooh, Ooh) Believe every word you say (Ooh, Ooh) Oil soaked, we dance with flames (Ooh, Ooh) The renegades all left the rave And I guess I did the same Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na My pride has grown, and my hair cut short Ikea Homes, locks on every door I've said so much, but can't find the meaning Forever pushed on this crutch that keeps me from kneeling Everything I ever wanted, yeah I got it Until my feet touched the ground Now just a broken man, singing 'bout his broken back To brick walls who don't hear the sound Waited in line, waited in line As if by waiting, I could jump to the front Never arrive, Never arrive The door closed shut, yeah the door closed shut (Ooh, Ooh) Believe every word you say (Ooh, Ooh) Oil soaked, we dance with flames (Ooh, Ooh) The renegades all left the rave And I guess I did the same Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na I reach for escape
Writer(s): Ryan Creamer, Chaz Mckinney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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