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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Lethal
DJ Lethal
Turntables
Fred Durst
Fred Durst
Vocals
John Otto
John Otto
Drums
Sam Rivers
Sam Rivers
Bass Guitar
Wes Borland
Wes Borland
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Michael
George Michael
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Limp Bizkit
Limp Bizkit
Producer
Ross Robinson
Ross Robinson
Producer
Richard Kaplan
Richard Kaplan
Engineer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well, I guess it would be nice If I could touch your body I know not everybody has got a body like me But I gotta think twice Before I give my heart away And I know all the games you play 'Cause I play them too Oh, but I need some time off from that emotion (some time) Time to pick my heart up off the floor When that love comes down without devotion Well, it takes a strong man, baby, but I'm, I'm showing you the door Well, I gotta have faith, gotta have faith Gotta have faith, gotta have faith Baby, I know you're askin' me to stay Say p-p-please, don't go away 'Cause you're giving me the blues Baby, you might mean all the words you say Can't help but think of yesterday And another who tied me down to the lover boy blues Before this river becomes an ocean Before you pick my heart up off the floor When our love comes down without devotion Well, it takes a strong man, baby, but I'm showing you that door Well, I gotta have faith, gotta have faith Gotta have faith, gotta have faith Get the f- up! Well, I gotta have faith, I gotta have faith I gotta have faith, I gotta have faith Gotta have faith, ugh! Am I a freak in the darkness, or am I a misfit? You speak of opinions to sink in so deep But it's alright You're just an illusion Confused by your narrow mind Reality is up ahead in the distance But that lack of persistence has left you behind Now you're reaching for your sanity 'Cause you're afraid of me, so don't f- with me You wanna ask me a question? Well, I got a question How much longer can I tolerate this shit? Egos trip when you're livin' on the flip side Drop out of a uterus n' goddamn! I see you pointin' your finger You stereotype me, 'cause you don't like me Well, you don't еven know me, punk You don't know me (Stеreotype me, 'cause you don't like me)
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