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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jacob Hansen
Jacob Hansen
Tambourine
Anders Kjølholm
Anders Kjølholm
Bass Guitar
Jon Larsen
Jon Larsen
Drums
Michael Poulsen
Michael Poulsen
Vocals
Thomas Bredahl
Thomas Bredahl
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Poulsen
Michael Poulsen
Songwriter
Thomas Bredahl
Thomas Bredahl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacob Hansen
Jacob Hansen
Mixing Engineer
Svante Forsbäck
Svante Forsbäck
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Felt when I walked, when I walked out the door
A new day will give the peace I need
Baby, I'm so sorry but I leak all the blood
From the past, now it turns into mud
I still feel the devil breaths in me
But this time I will break him piece by piece
Hold back your fears you're more than home
Could it be that the tears no longer sad but true?
Break the moment into something more than gold
And I realise it now, it was never meant to hold
Sweet as it was, not forever and never too close
I believed the pain was hunting me
For all the things that should not be
But I need a new love
For once I believe that it's her
I still feel the devil breaths in me
But this time I will break him piece by piece
Hold back your fears you're more than home
Could it be that the angels of tomorrow knows?
Break the moment into something more than gold
And I realise it now, it was never meant to hold
You feel you die and then you get home
You pray like I would slay
Time will heal all wounds
You feel you die and then you get home
You pray like I would slay
Time will heal all wounds
You bleed, you see an angel will fall
But still I can speak the angel down from heaven
I'll slay
Felt when I walked, when I walked out the door
A new day will give the peace I need
Baby, I'm so sorry but I leak all the blood
From the past, now it turns into mud
I still feel the devil breaths in me
But this time I will break him piece by piece
Hold back your fears you're more than home
Could it be that the tears no longer sad but true?
Break the moment into something more than gold
And I realise it now, it was never meant to hold
Written by: Michael Poulsen
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