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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bad/Love
Bad/Love
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lachlan Monty
Lachlan Monty
Composer
Landon Kirk
Landon Kirk
Songwriter
Alex Trail
Alex Trail
Composer

Lyrics

You echo through my mind I'm wasting time again On you my old friend I know you've made your mind I can't accept the crime Your face in the headlines Are we born sick? Can we get better? Are we born sick? Are we born sick? Can we get better? Can we get better? Is there any hope left for you? Drawn like a moth to a flame And now I'm out of reach Cause cold hands drag you underneath They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions But walk the crooked path You'll loose your own reflection Will it stand the test of time? That I was living in a lie? At the elbow of a black sheep But I was walking with a wolf Break this Erase this Melt my heart to the core There's no hope left for you Drawn like a moth to a flame Do you remember me Cause cold hands dragged us underneath Substance destroyed your name Shut my eyes, can't face the truth You've dug a grave for two Frostbitten hands will drag you under Frostbitten hands will drag you down Frostbitten hands will drag you under Frostbitten hands will drag you down Frostbitten hands will drag you down Drawn like a moth to a flame Do you remember me Cause cold hands dragged us underneath Substance destroyed your name Shut my eyes, can't face the truth You've dug a grave for two (Frostbitten hands will drag you under Frostbitten hands will drag you down Frostbitten hands will drag you under Frostbitten hands will drag you down)
Writer(s): Marcus Charles Jacques Bridge, Alexander James Trail, Landon Kirk, Zac Noble Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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