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Fall Into Me [In the Style of Emerson Drive] (Karaoke Version)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Emerson Drive
Emerson Drive
Performer
Danick Dupelle
Danick Dupelle
Performer
Brad Mates
Brad Mates
Performer
Dave Berg
Dave Berg
Performer
Mike Mobley
Mike Mobley
Performer
Michael Rhodes
Michael Rhodes
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danick Dupelle
Danick Dupelle
Songwriter
Brad Mates
Brad Mates
Songwriter
Dave Berg
Dave Berg
Songwriter
Mike Mobley
Mike Mobley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Deane
Adam Deane
Assistant Engineer
John Netti
John Netti
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mark Capps
Mark Capps
Engineer
Mike Bradley
Mike Bradley
Engineer
Nathan Schock
Nathan Schock
Engineer
Steve Blackmon
Steve Blackmon
Assistant Engineer
Steve Marcantonio
Steve Marcantonio
Mixing Engineer
Tim Womack
Tim Womack
Engineer

Lyrics

There's an old abandoned warehouse on the way into town Broken out glass still lays on the ground That old '69 Buick's still stuck in the field Some backseat stories in those rusted out wheels And there's Joe's Minimart, man, that poor guy has seen His share of shoplifters and fake IDs There's a crop of new freshman runnin' Coach Riley's place He's a madman with a whistle, yeah, he'll blow it in your face That high school gym has a banner on the wall A trophy in a case, yeah, the plaque says it all That was us havin' fun Who says youth is wasted on the young Glory days come and go So we just made the most of the years That we call growin' up That was us Between rivalries and our hometown pride Sits Delmar's Diner on the county line One wrong word and our fists would fly After football games on a Friday night The cops didn't bother to wait for a call They just showed up ready for a small town brawl That was us havin' fun Who says youth is wasted on the young Glory days come and go So we just made the most of the years That we call growin' up That was us Alcohol on your breath, Mama worried to death Muscle cars, breaking hearts, even some of 'em ours Petty and Strait on the same cassette tape Fallin' in love or in lust, that was us That was us havin' fun Who says youth is wasted on the young Glory days come and go, so we just Made the most of the years That we call growin' up That was us, yeah, that was us, woah
Writer(s): David Berg, Mike Mobley, Danick Dupelle, Brad Mates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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