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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hot Rod Circuit
Hot Rod Circuit
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casey James Prestwood
Casey James Prestwood
Composer
Jason Christopher Russell
Jason Christopher Russell
Composer
Michael Andrew Jackson
Michael Andrew Jackson
Composer
Michael Gaile Poorman Jr.
Michael Gaile Poorman Jr.
Composer

Lyrics

I let you slip through my fingers
I don't even know if I can remember
How I got here in the first place
My mind wanders off it's somewhere
Out in space
Laziness it consumes you
There's nothing you can say
There's nothing you can do
Bright eyes
Holding you close but you seem so far
Why should I try?
I know that it'll never get that far
I know that it'll never get that far
Simply put I'm letting go
I've got my money on the wrong hand this time
Coast to coast been avoiding all your phone calls
Trying to figure out how I fucked it up this time
Without a penny in my pocket
There's nothing I can say
There's nothing I can do
Bright eyes
Holding you close but you seem so far
Why should I try?
I know that it'll never get that far
Hey, bright eyes
Holding you close but you seem so far
Why should I try?
Know that it'll never get that far
My mother told me
Button up your shirt, it looks nice like that
That's just not me
That's me in gasoline
I'm not going out like that tonight
Bright eyes
Holding you close but you seem so far
Why should I try?
Know it'll never get far
Hey, bright eyes
Holding you close but you seem so far
Why should I try?
Know it'll never get far
Written by: Casey James Prestwood, Jason Christopher Russell, Michael Andrew Jackson, Michael Gaile Poorman Jr.
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