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Chey i hear the voice of a preacher from the back room Fcalling my name and i follow just to find you Ci trace the faith to a broken down teleGvision and put on the weather Cand i’ve trained myself to give up on the past Fcause i frozen time between hearses and caskets Clost control when i panicked at the acid test Gi wanna get better Cwhile my friends were getting high and chasing gFirls down parkway lines i was losing my mind Ccause the love, the love, the love, the love, thGe love that i gave wasted on a nice face Cin a blaze of fear i put a helmet on a hFelmet counting seconds through Cthe night and got carried away so now I’m standing on the oveGrpass screaming at the cars hey I wanna get better Ci didn’t know i was loFnely til i saw your face Ci wanna get bettGer Ci didn’t know i was brFoken til i wanted to change Ci wanna get bettGer Ci go up to my room and there’s girls on the ceiling Fcut out their pictures and i chase that feeling Cof an eighteen year old, who didn’t know what loss was Gnow i’m a stranger Cand i miss the days of a life still permanent Fmourn the years before iC got carried away
so now i’m staring at the inteGrstate, screaming at myself hey i wanna get better Ccause I’m sleeping in Fthe back of a taxi i’m screaming from my Cbedroom window Feven if it’s gonna kill me Cwoke up this morning early before my family Ffrom this dream where she was trying to show me Chow a life can move from the darGkness, she said to get better Cso i put a bullet where i shoulda out a helmet aFnd i crash my car causeC i wanna get carried away that’s why i’m standing on tGhe overpass screaming at myself, hey, I WANNA GET BETTER
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