You better watch yourself this time
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On your waiting in a long line
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Of kicking off a slow crime
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I guess the Devil wouldn't have you
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But you used who what you're used to
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You always seem to somehow
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make it through
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I know I let myself go a bit
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I try to lay low
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But it's hard to be alone
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I know I never took my own advice
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Chased a couple rollin' dice
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Somewhere I don't belong
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I can't make myself be good
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I wish I could
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Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
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I can't make myself do right
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On Friday night
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When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
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Another night another rope burn
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Well I guess that it was my turn
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To wash all of the pain down
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Maybe you were just a decoy
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It doesn't matter much to me, noise
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It covered up the voices
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I don't want to hear
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I let myself go again
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I tried to let you know, but then
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It's hard to be alone
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I know I never took my own advice
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I got tired of playin nice
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And cut right to the bone
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I can't make myself be good
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I wish I could
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Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
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I can't make myself do right
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On Friday night
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When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
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I can't make myself be good
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I wish I could
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Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood
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I can't make myself do right
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On Friday night
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When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
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Good
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| Jason Isbell |
