| I was born inside a small town, I lost that state of mind
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| Learned to sing inside the lord’s house
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| But stopped at the age of nine
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| I forget when I get awards now, the wave I had to ride
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| The paving stones I played upon, that kept me on the grind
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| So blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life
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| Friends and family filled with envy, when they should be filled with pride
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| And when the world’s against me, is when I really come alive
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| And every day that Satan tempts me, I try to take it in my stride
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| You know that I’ve got whisky with white lies, and smoke in my lungs
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| I think life has got to the point, I know without it’s no fun
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| I need to get in the right mind and clear myself up
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| Instead I look in the mirror, questioning what I’ve become
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| Guess it’s a stereotypical day, for someone like me
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| Without a nine to five job or a uni degree
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| To be caught up in the trappings of the industry
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| Show me the locked doors I’ll find another use for the key, and you’ll see
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| I’m well aware of certain things that can destroy a man like me
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| But with that said give me one more
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| I am another one to take the sting away
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| I am happy on my own so here I’ll stay
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| Save your loving arms for a rainy day
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| And I’ll find comfort in my pain eraser
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| I used to think that nothing could be better than touring the world with my
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| songs
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| I chased the picture perfect life, I think they painted it wrong
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| I think that money is the route of all evil, and fame is hell
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| Relationships and hearts you fix, they break as well
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| And ain’t nobody want to see you down in the dumps
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| Because you’re living your dream and this should be fun
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| Please know that I’m not trying to preach like I’m reverend run
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| I beg you don’t be disappointed with the man I’ve become
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| Conversations with my father on the A14
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| Age 12, telling me I’ve gotta chase those dreams
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| Now I’m playing for the people dad and they know me
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| With my beaten small guitar, wearing the same old jeans
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| Wembley stadium crowds, two hundred and forty thou
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| I may have grown up but I hope that Damian’s proud
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| And to the next generation, inspiration’s allowed
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| The world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow
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| I’m well aware of certain things that will befall a man like me
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| But with that said give me one more
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| I am another one to take the sting away
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| Oh I am happy on my own so here I’ll stay
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| Well save your loving arms for a rainy day
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| And I’ll find comfort in my pain eraser
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| And I’ll find comfort in my pain eraser
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| And I’ll find comfort in my pain eraser
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| Welcome to the new show
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| I guess you know I’ve been away
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| Where I’m heading who knows
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| My heart will stay the same
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| Welcome to the new show
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| I guess you know I’ve been away
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| Where I’m heading who knows
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| My pain eraser
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| And I’ll find comfort in my pain eraser
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| And I’ll find comfort in my pain eraser
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| And I’ll find comfort in my pain eraser
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| And I’ll find comfort in my pain eraser |