Find the Real
Stuck in the middle, I burrow inside
Back to the cradle
Away from the burdens of all my crimes
Before it's fatal
The past has found me, the truth's come out
All is remembered
With no place to fall but straight down
Here we go
Well, it seems I've finally thought of everything
I wanna love, I wanna feel
And find peace and find the real
There's a face I put on all my life
Face of an angel
I look in the mirror only to find
Face of a stranger
With all I've taken, I hunger for more, yeah
'Cause I'm selfish
And all I'm left with is a crown of thorns, yeah
Well, it seems I've finally thought of everything
I wanna love, I wanna feel
And find peace and find the real
Repeat after me
Whoa-oh (whoa-oh)
Whoa-oh (whoa-oh)
Whoa-oh (whoa-oh)
Whoa-oh (whoa-oh), yeah, that's it
Let's see those hands, come on
Well, I'll trade these lies for something right
That's it, alright, alright, just playing with you here
I will kill what hurts with something pure
I will be redeemed so I can breathe again
Well, it seems I've finally thought of everything
I wanna love, I wanna feel
And find peace and find the real
Well, it seems I've finally thought of everything, yeah
I wanna love, I wanna feel
And find peace, find the real
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh-oh, that's right
Back to the cradle
Away from the burdens of all my crimes
Before it's fatal
The past has found me, the truth's come out
All is remembered
With no place to fall but straight down
Here we go
Well, it seems I've finally thought of everything
I wanna love, I wanna feel
And find peace and find the real
There's a face I put on all my life
Face of an angel
I look in the mirror only to find
Face of a stranger
With all I've taken, I hunger for more, yeah
'Cause I'm selfish
And all I'm left with is a crown of thorns, yeah
Well, it seems I've finally thought of everything
I wanna love, I wanna feel
And find peace and find the real
Repeat after me
Whoa-oh (whoa-oh)
Whoa-oh (whoa-oh)
Whoa-oh (whoa-oh)
Whoa-oh (whoa-oh), yeah, that's it
Let's see those hands, come on
Well, I'll trade these lies for something right
That's it, alright, alright, just playing with you here
I will kill what hurts with something pure
I will be redeemed so I can breathe again
Well, it seems I've finally thought of everything
I wanna love, I wanna feel
And find peace and find the real
Well, it seems I've finally thought of everything, yeah
I wanna love, I wanna feel
And find peace, find the real
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh-oh-oh, that's right
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Kennedy, Mark Tremonti, Brian Marshall, Thomas Scott Phillips
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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