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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Beaker Best
Beaker Best
Percussion
Dylan Frost
Dylan Frost
Lead Vocals
Freddy Crabs
Freddy Crabs
Keyboards
Patrick Cornwall
Patrick Cornwall
Bass
Seamus Coyle
Seamus Coyle
Lead Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Beaker Best
Beaker Best
Songwriter
Dylan Frost
Dylan Frost
Songwriter
Freddy Crabs
Freddy Crabs
Songwriter
Patrick Cornwall
Patrick Cornwall
Songwriter
Seamus Coyle
Seamus Coyle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Dempsey
Adam Dempsey
Mastering Engineer
Dann Hume
Dann Hume
Producer
Dylan Adams
Dylan Adams
Producer
Patrick Cornwall
Patrick Cornwall
Producer

Lyrics

I hit the pavement, runnin' amok and I don't stop I've been living the same day for the past six months In a daze, because I'm doing what I love And I won't leave the stage until you motherfuckers jump I leave my pride inside oblivion, don't take yourself so serious Life is just a game, so you can share all your fears with us There's peace within this harmony that flows within the core of me Grows up in my mind, and falls out of another's apple tree So have a laugh Or get blasted out to space I kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out I kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out I kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out I kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out Oh, mind-altering you steer, we're in the clear, activate yourself The sounds slip through your fingers where it lingers up above the clouds In a maze, you lose control, relaxation Our rotation spinning up 'round your brain We're all the same on the level, ride the wave within its carve Within its quake, within the breeze lies your fate So share a glass And get plastered off your face I kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out I kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out I kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out I kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out Oh, grinded by the summer heat, burns me to the floor I'm burning cold and getting old, I've seen this place before And still we return to face the burden, breaking laws And turning faces, chasing dreams, our shadow races The world is in your hands and I cheers to your success Para la salud, get in the back, we're off to heaven's gates I put you on the door, so don't worry about your fate We'll trek around time and space, we'll drink champagne to celebrate The world is in your hands and I cheers to your success Para la salud, get in the back, we're off to heaven's gates I leave you wanting more and I'm sorry if we're late Forget yourself, unwind this day 'Cause there's plenty little life to waste Just kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out Just kiss the breeze and let your rhythm flow out
Writer(s): Neal Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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