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A song about that person standing between you and your dreams.

BeTh isBell - Vocals, Guitars
Justin Hays - Guitars
Cody Fowler - Bass
Nick Ley - Drums

Producer: Trent Bell (Bell Labs, Norman, OK)
Mastering: Garret Haines (Treelady Studios, Pittsburgh, PA)

©2015 BeThisBell ∆ Work It Out (EP)
WCI Publishing / Essex Music Intl., All Rights Reserved

(Final Audio Master WAV filed, Track 03, Work It Out (EP), in HD 1080p)

Lyrics

Words
by BeTh isBell


Your words are killing my soul,
You stand up on high, just to make me feel low,
And I give you my love, but you take all control,
And your words, are killing my soul.


It's hell to be all and ever want more,
The prices you pay for your dreams are paved with your woe,
And I may be a fool for all that you know,
But these dreams that you kill in my head still never let go,

And your words are killing my soul,
You stand up on high, motherfucker, just to make me feel low,
And I may be a fool for all that you know,
But your words, are killing my soul.
Yeah.


And I don't understand why it tortures you so,
You claw and you claw and you scratch 'til I'm down in your hole,
You tear down my love with your lack of a soul,
But the prizes you want me to prize only melt down to gold.

And your words are killing my soul,
You stand up on high, motherfucker, just to make me feel low,
You tear down my love with your lack of a soul,
And your words are killing my soul,
And your words, your words, your words are killing my soul,
Yeah.


©2015 BeThisBell ∆ Work It Out (EP)
WCI Publishing / Essex Music Intl., All Rights Reserved