22 years and my life is still,
Take a look around you mister I swear you'll have your fill,
And I'll tell you a tale about heartache and the loss of faith,
I can see you're sorta troubled and from the looks of your face, You ain't got no money you ain't got no place,
But I swear you ain't seen heartache, until you've said hi to me,
Hey player look around take a look outside,
You know I just wasn't made for these times,
I won't pretend to understand, I wont be telling no lies,
And what you don't understand, is what you criticize.
Hey Mr. Good Soul, won't you tell me about your sins?
Did you kill the one you love?
Did you push her away?
Were you waiting to start over again?
Hey, he's a good kid,
Nah he ain't the flashy kind,
I won't pretend to understand, I won't be telling no lies,
I ain't ever wanna cross your mind
And what I got to feeling was total shame,
Tasting the salt on your tongue and understanding her slang,
But it humors me to see it, it just don't matter to me,
Then I remember what my daddy said to do,
At times like this when I was feeling blue,
He said, "Don't think twice son, it's gonna be alright.."
Hey player look around take a look outside,
You know I just wasn't made for these times,
I won't pretend to understand, I wont be telling no lies,
And what you don't understand, is what you criticize.
Hey Mr. Good Soul, won't you tell me about your sins?
Did you kill the one you love?
Did you push her away?
Were you waiting to start over again?
Hey, he's a good kid,
Nah he ain't the flashy kind,
I won't pretend to understand, I won't be telling no lies
I ain't ever wanna cross your mind
Hey Mr. Good Soul, won't you tell me about your sins?
Did you kill the one you love?
Did you push her away?
Were you waiting to start over again?
Hey, he's a good kid,
Nah he ain't the flashy kind,
I won't pretend to understand, I won't be telling no lies
I ain't ever wanna cross your mind
Wishing her heartache keeps her alive,
Cause it's just too easy to die,
I know what's her haunting her mind,
I know what scares her tonight,
A lost lover girl now that I see around
I don't care if her pulse goes cold,
But I want her pain 'till she's old,
Don't you look at my face, don't come around this place
I hear the low spark high heeled girls,
I look good without a shirt.
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