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Jason James
Jason James
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Moose Thomas
Moose Thomas
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Jay James
Jay James
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Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
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Michael Padget
Michael Padget
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Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
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Michael Thomas
Michael Thomas
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Jason James
Jason James
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Matt Tuck
Matt Tuck
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Michael Padget
Michael Padget
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Colin Richardson
Colin Richardson
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Andy Sneap
Andy Sneap
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Dan Turner
Dan Turner
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Justin Leigh
Justin Leigh
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Matt Hyde
Matt Hyde
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Will Bartle
Will Bartle
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Let's go! With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home The moments die, I hear no screaming The visions left inside me are slowly fading Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Oh yeah This battered room I've seen before The broken bones they heal no more, no more With my last breath I'm choking Will this ever end? I'm hoping My world is over one more time Let's go! Would she hear me if I called her name? Would she hold me if she knew my shame? There's always something different going wrong The path I walk's in the wrong direction There's always someone fucking hanging on Can anybody help me make things better? Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come Better! Your tears don't fall, they crash around me Her conscience calls, the guilty to come home
Writer(s): Don Gilmore, Michael David Thomas, Matthew Tuck, Michael Kieron Paget, Jason James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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