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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dead Bolts
The Dead Bolts
Performer
Eddie Hennessy
Eddie Hennessy
Vocals
John Rolence
John Rolence
Guitar
Matt Paske
Matt Paske
Guitar
Tyler Hancock
Tyler Hancock
Bass Guitar
James Ryan
James Ryan
Drums
Pat Corbett
Pat Corbett
Synthesizer
Leo Hennessy
Leo Hennessy
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
The Dead Bolts
The Dead Bolts
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wesley Reno
Wesley Reno
Engineer
Leni Bryan
Leni Bryan
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I'm burnin' from both ends, I think it's burning me out
And I could call up some good friends, help me find a new route
Cut me open, won't you tell me what I'm worth, how far I can run
You watch me bleed until I tell you it hurts, just cut a check when it's done
Yeah, I guess I'll lay down on the cold, hard ground
Yeah, I guess I'll stick around for the night
What's another couple hands in my pocket, there's nothing there to take
You bought a chain, and put my heart in a locket, and let it sink in the lake
Yeah, I guess I'll lay down on the cold, hard ground
Yeah, I guess I'll stick around for the night
Why don't we walk on together
Why don't we walk home together
Why don't we walk on together
Why don't we walk home together
And why don't we walk on together
Why don't we walk home together
Why don't we walk on together
Why don't we walk home together
Written by: The Dead Bolts
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