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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jared Priestner
Jared Priestner
Songwriter:in
Jan Cajka
Jan Cajka
Songwriter:in
Tim Randolph
Tim Randolph
Songwriter:in
Lubomir Ivan
Lubomir Ivan
Songwriter:in
Duran Ritz
Duran Ritz
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Tim Randolph
Tim Randolph
Produzent:in

Lyrics

(Two, three)
It's a long walk back for the weak-ass rat
Hated the ride, I want my dollar back
Why do they hate me? What did I do?
I want so bad to be loved like you
And every night's become a fight, so what am I to do?
I try to put a good face on, I'm a deadly shade of blue
There's nowhere left to turn, no, there's not a light in sight
I wish that I could turn 'em on, but I don't know
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
I just want to feel okay
Can't get there myself, I'll find another way
Float like a feather, fly like a bird
I just don't want it to hurt
'Cause every night's become a fight, so what am I to do?
I try to put a good face on, I'm a deadly shade of blue
There's nowhere left to turn, no, there's not a light in sight
I wish that I could turn 'em on, but I don't know
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
I got worse than I deserved (I wish I would have lost the nerve)
I wish I would have turned (before I hit the verge)
Every night had become a fight, so what was I to do?
I tried to put a good face on, was a deadly shade of blue
Nowhere left to turn, no, not a light in sight
I wish I could have turned 'em on, but I don't know
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Where I lost my light
Written by: Duran Ritz, Jan Cajka, Jared Priestner, Lubomir Ivan, Tim Randolph
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