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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Guitar
Harold "H-Bomb" Sellers
Harold "H-Bomb" Sellers
Congas
Kenny Cresswell
Kenny Cresswell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Butch Walker
Butch Walker
Producer
Ari Newman
Ari Newman
Assistant Engineer
John Briglevidge
John Briglevidge
Assistant Engineer
Russ-T Cobb
Russ-T Cobb
Assistant Engineer
David Bianco
David Bianco
Mixing Engineer
Brian Paturalski
Brian Paturalski
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

I was set up from the get-up, and I drove the wrong way home Into your eyes of blue, yeah I could barely take my mind off you So you set it, then you let it, slowly take the life from you Getting so high from the fumes, of a burned out so-called you And I feel so far away from close to you and maybe... We could try to find a way to walk right through The plastic wall between my heart and you You were faking, I'd mistaken, you for someone I once knew Into the ring I flew, like a wrestler falls on cue Can you show me? Please show me. why it all went down in flames Was it 'cause I made it through, and you were just too fucked up to? And I feel so far away from close to you, and maybe... We could finally find a way to walk right through, the plastic wall between my heart and you. Head is stinging, phone is ringing Words just burnin' right on my tongue Please put up the magazine I'm burning up like gasoline I'm all alone on the phone So baby won't you please pick up? (Won't you please pick up?) I was set up, from the get-up Won't you please pick up the phone? I feel so far away from close to you, and baby All I wanted was to see you walk right through and I feel so far away from close to you and baby we can finally find a way to walk right through, the plastic wall between my heart and. between my heart and you.
Writer(s): Butch Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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