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Grew up under yellow light on the street | Putting too much faith in the make believe | Another high-school football team
Grew up under yellow light on the street Putting too much faith in the make believe Another high-school football team The neighbor's brother came home in a box But he wanted to go so maybe it was his fault Another red heart taken by the American dream And I feel it there In the middle of the night When the lights go out And I'm all alone again Say what you want But say it like you mean it with your fists for once A long, cold war with your kids at the front Just give it one more day then you're done I do what I want Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun I don't need anything from anyone It's just not my year But I'm all good out here Sunday morning Hands over my knees in a room full of faces I'm sorry if I seemed off, but I was probably wasted (wasted) And didn't feel so good (feel so good) Head full of whiskey but I always deliver Jesus, if you're listening, let me handle my liquor And Jesus, if you're there Why do I feel alone in this room with you? And I feel it there In the middle of the night When the lights go out But I'm still standing here Say what you want But say it like you mean it with your fists for once A long, cold war with your kids at the front Just give it one more day then you're done I do what I want Crying in the bleachers and I said it was fun I don't need anything from anyone It's just not my year But I'm all good out here Say what you want But say it like you mean it with your fists for once A long, cold war with your kids at the front Just give it one more day then you're done I do it for my daddy and I do it for Dale I'm doing what I want and damn, I'm doing it well For me For me For me For me
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