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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Daniel Oliver
Daniel Oliver
Bass
Mark Vollelunga
Mark Vollelunga
Guitar
Jonny Hawkins
Jonny Hawkins
Lead Vocals
Ben Anderson
Ben Anderson
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Will Hoffman
Will Hoffman
Composer
Daniel Oliver
Daniel Oliver
Composer
Mark Vollelunga
Mark Vollelunga
Composer
Ben Dalton Anderson II
Ben Dalton Anderson II
Composer
Frank "Paco" Estrada
Frank "Paco" Estrada
Composer
Jonny Hawkins
Jonny Hawkins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NOTHING MORE
NOTHING MORE
Producer
Will Hoffman
Will Hoffman
Producer
Bob Boyd
Bob Boyd
Mastering Engineer
Jonny Hawkins
Jonny Hawkins
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Came to with your hands around my neck
Angel in my ear and a gun to my back
You take the wind from me, but I choke for the last time
Keep your convictions, I'm done playing the victim
You better move on motherfucker
[Verse 2]
But you pull me right back together
Yeah, you pull me right back
You pull, you pull, you pull
Oh God, you're ripping me apart
You're ripping me apart
[Verse 3]
Oh, you make me a god when we come together
You make me the best, but I never get better
You are the lie, you are the dream
You are everything to me
You rip me, you rip me, you rip me, you rip me
[Verse 4]
I got that four foot nine and fifteen hundred pound gorilla in the room
But no one knows; nobody knows that he's got me by the throat
He says "I'm not here to lie about the pain, I'm here to make you feel it"
[Verse 5]
But you pull me right back together
Yeah, you pull me right back
You pull, you pull, you pull
Oh God, you're ripping me apart
You're ripping me apart
[Verse 6]
Oh, you make me a god when we come together
You make me the best, but I never get better
You are the lie, you are the dream
You are everything to me
You rip me, you rip me, you rip me, you rip me
[Verse 7]
You're coming through the back door
Pull the trigger screaming, "Give me more!"
Crack my head on the concrete
My conscience right in front of me
Blood pumping like a heart attack
Don't tell me, don't tell me how to act, how to act
[Verse 8]
You make me a God when we come together
You make me the best, but I never get better
You are the lie, you are the dream
You are everything to me
Oh, you make me a god when we come together
You rip out my heart, and you push in the dagger
You are the lie, you are the dream
You are every-fucking-thing to me
You took it all from me
Oh how you rip me, you rip me, you rip me, you rip me
Oh-ho, oh-ho, whoa whoa whoa
[Verse 9]
You're coming through the back door
Pull the trigger screaming, "Give me more!"
Don't tell me, t-tell me how to act
Oh god, I just need another cigarette
Written by: Ben Anderson, Ben Dalton Anderson II, Daniel Oliver, Frank "Paco" Estrada, Johnny Hawkins, Mark Vollelunga, Will Hoffman
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