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On your waiting in a long line

Of kicking off a slow crime

I guess, the devil wouldn't have you

But you're used to what you're used to

You always seem to somehow make it through

I know I let myself go but

I try to let you know

That it's real hard to be alone

I know, I never take my own advice

Chased a couple rolling dice

Somewhere I don't belong

And I can't make myself be good, I wish I could

Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood

And I can't make myself do right on Friday night

When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light

Another night, another rope burn

Well, I guess, that it was my turn

To wash a little pain down

Maybe you were just a decoy

It doesn't matter much to me, noise

It covered up the voices, I don't want to hear

I let myself go again

I tried to let you know

But then it's hard to be alone

I know, I never take my own advice

I get tired of playing nice

And cut right to the bone

And I can't make myself be good, I wish I could

Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood

And I can't make myself do right on Friday night

When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light

I can't make myself be good, I wish I could

Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood

And I can't make myself do right on Friday night

When all these shadows, they get bigger and bigger in the light

Bigger in the light

On your waiting in a long line

Of kicking off a slow crime