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Rise Against - The Good Left Undone (Official Music Vidoe)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Barnes
Brandon Barnes
Drums
Chad Price
Chad Price
Background Vocals
Christopher Chasse
Christopher Chasse
Background Vocals
Emily Schambra
Emily Schambra
Background Vocals
Joseph Principe
Joseph Principe
Background Vocals
Tim McIlrath
Tim McIlrath
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Barnes
Brandon Barnes
Songwriter
Christopher Chasse
Christopher Chasse
Songwriter
Joseph Principe
Joseph Principe
Songwriter
Tim McIlrath
Tim McIlrath
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bill Stevenson
Bill Stevenson
Producer
Jason Livermore
Jason Livermore
Producer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

In fields where nothing grew but weeds
I found a flower at my feet
Bending there in my direction
I wrapped a hand around its stem
I pulled until the roots gave in
Finding now what I've been missing
But I know
So I tell myself, tell myself it's wrong
There's a point we pass from which we can't return
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm
All because of you, I haven't slept in so long
When I do, I dream of drowning in the ocean
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down
I'll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out
Inside my hands, these petals browned
Dried up, falling to the ground
But it was already too late now
I pushed my fingers through the earth
Returned this flower to the dirt
So it could live, I walked away now
But I know
Not a day goes by that I don't feel its burn
There's a point we pass from which we can't return
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm
All because of you, I haven't slept in so long
When I do, I dream of drowning in the ocean
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down
I'll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out
All because of you
All because of you
All because of you, I haven't slept in so long
When I do, I dream of drowning in the ocean
Longing for the shore where I can lay my head down
Inside these arms of yours
All because of you, I believe in angels
Not the kind with wings, no, not the kind with halos
The kind that bring you home when home becomes a strange place
I'll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out
Written by: Brandon Barnes, Christopher Chasse, Joseph Principe, Tim McIlrath
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