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bookman greenlee - drums . percussion . bells . rhodes

carson land - guitars . keys/synth . bells . percussion . vocals

eric baldwin - bass . vocals

lucas larson - vocals . guitars . piano

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produced by aaron crawford & we are voices

engineered & mixed by aaron crawford

all songs recorded may 2011 - july 2012 at blacklodge recording, eudora, ks and

resistance audio & recording, parkville, mo

except for “go on”, recorded at uptown theater, kansas city, mo

mastered by brad blackwood, euphonic masters, arlington, tn

all songs written, arranged, and performed by

f i g h t i n g . f i r e s

fighting fires never made much sense to me. let it go. let it roll up with the smoke. some would say save the people,

let the wood and glass and plastic we call our lives burn. cause we’ll see it again. we could live our lives running

around. we could dry our senses up. when all you love burns in front of you, when all you have burns in front of

you, oh we’re never going anywhere. could we make this mistake? son, don’t follow...this old man can’t let go.

you just dry your eyes and head home...tread lightly. it’s a hell in here and i’m sure to clear all of this up would

fall short. when all you love burns in front of you, when all you have burns in front of you, oh we’re never going

anywhere. and we’re making mistakes. son, don’t follow...this old man can’t let go. you just dry your eyes and head

home...tread lightly. don’t let your hope burn up. son, don’t follow...this old man can’t let go. you just dry your eyes

and head home...tread lightly.

c l i c k s o n g t i t l e f o r l y r i c s