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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sean Rowe
Sean Rowe
Vocals
Jeremy Boettcher
Jeremy Boettcher
Electric Bass Guitar
Courtney Hartman
Courtney Hartman
Electric Guitar
Shane Leonard
Shane Leonard
Drums
Ben Lester
Ben Lester
Pedal Steel Guitar
Troy Prohl
Troy Prohl
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sean Rowe
Sean Rowe
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Troy Prohl
Troy Prohl
Producer

Lyrics

The ol black hole's a comin'
You just start digging
Now you’re onto something
And you
Can't put your finger on it
When you do
That's when you don't want it
But you're
Not coming to your senses
You don't care what the sign on the fence says
And you
Almost took the gold
When your flashlight batteries just went cold
Whoa I looked everywhere
You sent me down the rabbit hole
Whoa I looked everywhere
But I only got his foot
Then I let him go
Where's the bad tone
And the good distortion
It's not the right feel
Not the right proportion
I'm so
Bored of this fake talking
Looking for something for my mind
To walk in
I got this
Perfect imperfection
The right face
With the wrong reflection
And I almost took the gold
But these flashlight batteries just went cold
Whoa I looked everywhere
You sent me down the rabbit hole
Whoa I looked everywhere
But I only got his foot
Then I let him go
The sun and my sweat are flirting
I tried to clean up
Ah but nothing's working
I'm a
Blind mole
Cutting through the ground
You’d think I’d find my way
Or be in China now
And I almost took the gold
But these flashlight batteries just went cold
Whoa I looked everywhere
You sent me down the rabbit hole
Whoa I looked everywhere
But I only got his foot
Then I let him go
Written by: Sean Rowe
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