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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
Lead Vocals
Brian Cooper
Brian Cooper
Drums
Pete Biasi
Pete Biasi
Bass Guitar
Patrick McPartland
Patrick McPartland
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
William Elliott Whitmore
William Elliott Whitmore
Producer
Luke Tweedy
Luke Tweedy
Producer

Lyrics

There he was in the back room
Spittin blood into a can
All hooked up to those machines
He gave it all that he had
He said I know I'm just a stranger to you
But I loved you even so
Come here close and let me tell you
Something that you ought to know
I don't know what they told you son
But the darkness comes for everyone
There's a light that I can't see
I hope you do better than me
There she was on the front porch
All dressed up to go to church
On the verge of crying tears
Anyone can see how much she hurts
She said I feel alone on most days
I try hard to keep those feelings in
You don't come around so much anymore
I'm never sure when I'll see you again
I don't know what they told you son
But the darkness comes for everyone
There's a light that I can't see
I hope you do better than me
There we are in a photo
A complicated memory
Seemed so simple, but it never really was
We almost look like a family
I don't know what they told you son
But the darkness comes for everyone
There's a light that I can't see
I hope you do better than me
Written by: William Elliott Whitmore
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