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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob Thomas
Vocals
Adam Gaynor
Rhythm Guitar
Kyle Cook
Lead Guitar
Brian Yale
Bass Guitar
Carl Gorodetzky
First Violin
Chris McDonald
String Conductor
Paul Doucette
Drums
The Nashville String Machine
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Thomas
Songwriter
Matt Serletic
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Dobson
Editing Engineer
Kevin Szymanski
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Greg Fogie
Assistant Recording Engineer
Robert Hannon
Assistant Recording Engineer
Shawn Grove
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tony Adams
Drum Technician
Craig Poole
Guitar Technician
David Thoener
Mixing Engineer
Matt Serletic
Producer
Noel Golden
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Take your head around the world
See what you get from your mind
Write your soul down word for word
You see who's your friend and who is kind
Well it's almost like a disease
And I know soon you will be
Over the lies, you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love, you will carry on
But no, oh no
No you won't be mine
Take your straight line for a curve
Make it stretch, the same old line
Then try to find if it was worth, what you spent
Why you're guilty for the way, you're feeling now
It's almost like being free
Well I know soon you will be
Over the lies, and you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love and you will carry on
But no, oh no
No you won't be mine
Well take yourself out to the curb
Sit and wait, fool for life
And it's almost like a disease
Well, I know soon you will be
Over the lies, you'll be strong
You'll be rich in love and you will carry on
But no, no, oh no, oh no
You won't, won't be mine
Writer(s): Robert Thomas
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