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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joel Thompson
Joel Thompson
Songwriter
Chris Furlotte
Chris Furlotte
Songwriter
Scott Stevenson
Scott Stevenson
Songwriter
Rick Couture
Rick Couture
Songwriter
Ed Legge
Ed Legge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dylan Ward
Dylan Ward
Producer

Lyrics

Well, lately I find That something's always Weighing on My mind Like breathing or time Should leave it alone But I'm not so inclined To relax and simplify Just lay in a field And count the Fireflies Days keep passing me by That's the thing I guess That's why I can't feel fine This heavy This cold Would love to change the world But now I feel too old To let go To hold Buried treasures Earthly pleasures Dirt and gold To let go To hold Buried treasures Earthly pleasures Dirt and gold Everyone said That I'd find my way someday And everyone said That tomorrow will bring change Well, that's strange 'Cause I'm okay With things staying the same Everyone said But that's not how you play The game Well happiness hides And I've been waiting I've been wishing All my life To just feel alright Some days are hell No one can tell God knows I've tried To find some pure and guiding light Something real or just a beautiful lie But I'm still in this fight Even though I won't Get outta this alive Everyone said That I'd find my way someday Everyone said That tomorrow will bring change Well, that's strange 'Cause I'm okay With things staying the same Everyone said But that's not how you play The game (Whoa whoa) That's not how you play the game
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