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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The OddEven
The OddEven
Performer
Weed
Weed
Electric Bass Guitar
E.T.
E.T.
Electric Guitar
Grant Walker
Grant Walker
Lead Vocals
Jim Chaney
Jim Chaney
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Weed
Weed
Songwriter
E.T.
E.T.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Frank Marchand
Frank Marchand
Producer
Weed
Weed
Producer
E.T.
E.T.
Producer

Lyrics

I can't feel my soul
And I want to let go
But then I pick myself up off this street
Put some miles underneath my feet
Keep my head down there's no need
Don't let my pride see the light of day
Take my chances maybe I'll get lucky
Do this dance like the rest of you junkys
Stair down death like he's some kinda monkey
Let me fucking go
I can't feel my soul
And I want to let go
But then I clench my fist and I hide my bleeding
Don't let a motherfucker see my demon
I stand up taller than the words have meaning
I won't be the one causing anyones grieving
I roll those dice like I'm changing the season
I fall back down but I'm takin this beating
Doesn't really matter when there's no fucking meaning
Let me fucking go
Sometimes I think it's beautiful
The way the whole thing really doesn't matter
I could be on top of everything
Just to wake one day just to fucking die
What?
I can't feel my soul
And I want to let go
Written by: E.T., Weed
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