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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tremonti
Tremonti
Electric Guitar
Eric Friedman
Eric Friedman
Electric Guitar
Tanner Keegan
Tanner Keegan
Electric Bass Guitar
Ryan Bennett
Ryan Bennett
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Tremonti
Mark Tremonti
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael "Elvis" Baskette
Michael "Elvis" Baskette
Producer
Brad Blackwood
Brad Blackwood
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Just like your father Cruel just like the day is long You've fallen farther Dropping like you're made of stone The space between us Growing like you know it can You're like the dreamers Never thought it'll ever end Until it ends Could it be your bleak point of view? What's lifting me, oh, it's killing you So when you die, left wanting more You'll see this tragedy made no sense at all No sense at all You're going under Currents pulling way too strong You're torn asunder Placed right back where you belong You break the silence Sliding backward once again Resort to violence Yeah, yeah, yeah It never ends Could it be your bleak point of view? What's lifting me, oh, it's killing you So when you die, left wanting more You'll see this tragedy made no sense at all No sense at all The lessons I've learned You've grown cold and I'm concerned The point that I make There comes a time we all break Now here at last the time gone Remain the fool, the victim of Life it would likely beat you down At least the fight is over now It's over now Could it be your bleak point of view? What's lifting me, oh, it's killing you So when you die, left wanting more You'll see this tragedy made no sense at all, oh
Writer(s): Mark Tremonti Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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