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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Koyo
Koyo
Performer
Jon Markson
Jon Markson
Electric Guitar
Joseph Chiaramonte
Joseph Chiaramonte
Lead Vocals
Harold Griffin
Harold Griffin
Electric Guitar
Anthony Rotolico
Anthony Rotolico
Background Vocals
Stephen Spanos
Stephen Spanos
Electric Bass Guitar
Salvatore Argento
Salvatore Argento
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Chiaramonte
Joseph Chiaramonte
Songwriter
Harold Griffin
Harold Griffin
Songwriter
Anthony Rotolico
Anthony Rotolico
Songwriter
Stephen Spanos
Stephen Spanos
Songwriter
Salvatore Argento
Salvatore Argento
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jon Markson
Jon Markson
Producer

Lyrics

This wall I have hit I'm losing track of where the fun begins Cause I'm 12 states straight from where you now decay And a red eye won't change the way the angels sing I send my grace Not the time or place And my conscience starts to scream How could a father love a son On the run Always wasting precious minutes Dedicated and indebted to you I pray I'll be back soon Turning to the life we lead Like a bullet that deals no pain And I don't wanna talk cause I'll start breaking down And the words will make it real then I'm living this hell Turn And burn And carry on And it feels like nothings changed Put it on ice For now and we'll just drive And look the other way Yea we're losing it all And I can't feel a thing Watch the highway lights directing every scene And I wanna walk away I hear my conscience start to beg How could a mother love a son On the run Always wasting precious minutes Dedicated and indebted to you But I'll be back soon Turning to the life we lead Like a bullet that deals no pain And I don't wanna talk cause I'll start breaking down And the words will make it real then I'm living this hell Turn And burn And carry on And it feels like nothings changed Put it on ice for now And we'll just drive And look the other way Cast me a lifeline You're drifting off, buried by the rain Mouthing feel no pain Cast me a lifeline And pick a time or place I can see your face Again And in this life that deals no pain We can learn to walk away Turn and burn And walk away Wish that things would stay the same
Writer(s): Anthony Rotolico, Harold Griffin, Joseph Chiaramonte, Sal Argento, Stephen Spanos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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