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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lowe Carlenfors
Lowe Carlenfors
Lead Vocals
Adam Gavik
Adam Gavik
Electric Bass Guitar
Eddie Lejhagen
Eddie Lejhagen
Drums
Richard Sorensen
Richard Sorensen
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lowe Carlenfors
Lowe Carlenfors
Songwriter
Adam Gavik
Adam Gavik
Songwriter
Eddie Lejhagen
Eddie Lejhagen
Songwriter
Richard Sorensen
Richard Sorensen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robert Kukla
Robert Kukla
Producer
Buster Odeholm
Buster Odeholm
Producer

Lyrics

Would you go if I asked you to go? Where death, knuckles and fingers; meet the snow Could you ever get that high without Lowe? Burnt skin will not stop giving you throes Death feels like home Death feels like home Don't tell them about all your anxious woes Breathing heavy but heart rates slow Legs are cramping, but you still go You create beautiful designs Clouded calculations with straight lines Death feels like home Don't let them in Step by step, you're so close to the summit You might be the first You'll scream from the top of your lungs Until your throat bursts You won't stop although it hurts Hunt's mission to heal Mallory's schlep So tell me, Hillary, what's the next step? Breathing heavy but heart rates slow Legs are cramping, but you still go You create beautiful designs Clouded calculations with straight lines Don't let them in Don't show them the fears beneath your skin The cold air fill your lungs They say brave men always die young Death feels like home Don't let them in
Writer(s): Lowe Carlenfors Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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