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Well, I know it gets better
But it won't get better
Keeps raining in my head
I blame it all on the weather
When I drive all night
With my headlights off

This next one I wrote's for the radio
So you can hear my voice
When you are not at home
Like when you're out getting stoned

And I set my smile on a window sill
Keep singing my song like a whippoorwill
In the morning, babe, when the sun comes
I'll be gone

Can you feel, can you feel that fire
Burning like acetylene right through my prison walls?
(x2)

I've got black tar person running through my veins
It's keeping me alive but it's driving me insane
And you can't take that away

Well, my momma always told me
"Son, you're doing real well
You don't get better
You're going straight to hell
Well, daddy was a good man."
Yeah, he helped me change my ways

Can you feel, can you feel that fire
Burning like acetylene right through my prison walls?
(x2)

Can you feel, can you feel that fire
Burning like acetylene right through my prison walls?
(x2)

'Cause I know it gets better
But it won't get better
Keeps raining in my head
I blame the shit on the weather
When I drive all night
With my headlights off

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