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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave Hause
Dave Hause
Vocals
Tim Hause
Tim Hause
Background Vocals
Eric Bazilian
Eric Bazilian
Guitar
William Wittman
William Wittman
Background Vocals
David Hidalgo, Jr.
David Hidalgo, Jr.
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Hause
Dave Hause
Songwriter
Tim Hause
Tim Hause
Songwriter

Lyrics

Maybe next year is the line that you hear
In the city I got stuck waiting
For something to give, so tentative
That mantra I just kept saying
Everyone around this cold hard town
Has a dream that they can't seem to quite run down
Your car gets towed or you run out of road
You learn how to fight but The Flinch just grows
But I don't want to look back now
Regret is like a street beat down
It keeps you on your knees
The ringing of that broken bell
It always seems to cast a spell
I know I flinched before
I ain't flinching anymore
She came along like one of those songs
That you hear and you can't stop singing
The Flinch started in like a phantom limb
That broken bell's always ringing
But I don't want to look back now
Or waste a lyric about leaving town
Her face is all I see, she's waiting by the sea
The ringing of that broken bell
It always seems to cast a spell
I was young and I flinched before
I ain't flinching anymore
Always stuck in my own way
Always falling down
Her song's the home I want to stay
It's like a brand new sound
I don't want to look back now
She's waiting by the sea
The ringing of that broken bell
It always seems to cast a spell
I was young I flinched before
I ain't flinching anymore
I ain't flinching anymore
I ain't flinching anymore
I don't want to look back now
I ain't flinching anymore
Written by: Dave Hause, Tim Hause
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