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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sunday's Best
Sunday's Best
Performer
Ian Moreno
Ian Moreno
Guitar
Ed Reyes
Ed Reyes
Bass Guitar
Pedro Benito
Pedro Benito
Guitar
Tom Ackerman
Tom Ackerman
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Nolan Reyes
Edward Nolan Reyes
Composer
James R D Tweedy
James R D Tweedy
Composer
Thomas Dean Ackerman
Thomas Dean Ackerman
Composer
Ian Moreno
Ian Moreno
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sunday's Best
Sunday's Best
Producer

Lyrics

Trace around her lips with his fingers, he tries to draw on a smile, "Give it time. These scars are the stars that will show you the light." And now she's all he sees He stays awake to watch her breathe The unheard melodies The grace notes of her restless sleep Hold me now, Don't let it fade away from here. Hold me now, Don't let it fade away from here. It's so clear His tattered undershirt a souvenir that she likes to breathe in She sighs days doing nothing unconscious of time. And now he's all she sees; she stays awake to watch him breathe The unknown poetry sweet sonnets of how it should be. Hold me now, Don't let it fade away from here. Hold me now, Don't let it fade away from here. Hold me now, Don't let it fade away from here. Hold me now, Don't let it fade away from here. And everybody might just have these same ideas These same plans I suppose... I suppose... And everybody might just have these same ideas These same plans I suppose... I suppose... We've found a perfect niche: where plastic meets perfect, kill substance for style... But inside, we get burned by the fuel that we cannot deny. By JUNIOANIMAL®
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