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I know you′re tired of hearing me write
About the same sad shit in and out
It's all that helps when I feel alone
Lord, I′m always alone
I've heard people think I'm better off
Not opening this mouth at all
But in the end, it′s all I can give
Oh Lord, it is
So let this be an anthem
For all the folks just can′t stand this
And I'm far from a wise man
But well aware this cannot be it
′Cause if it was, I'd rather die here tonight
With a hollowed out head and a heart full of spite
But I hold countless thoughts back home
I keep thinkin′ 'bout how the painted ways inside my mind
Have rearranged into something I don′t recognize
And if you think that I'm just a broken man
Well, hell, I don't give a damn
′Cause in the end, it′s all I can be
Oh, it's all I can be
So let this be an anthem
For all the folks just can′t stand this
And I'm far from a wise man
But well aware this cannot be it
′Cause if it was, I'd rather die here tonight
With a hollowed out head and a heart full of spite
But I hold countless thoughts back home
′Cause if it was, I'd rather die here tonight
With a hollowed out head, and a heart full of spite
But I hold countless thoughts back home
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Writer(s): Samuel Robert Barber, Joe Becker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
