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You better watch yourself this time On your waiting in a long line Of kicking off a slow crime I guess the Devil wouldn't have you But you used who 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 It's hard to be alone I know I never took my own advice Chased a couple rollin' dice Somewhere I don't belong I can't make myself be good I wish I could Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood 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 all of the 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 took my own advice I got tired of playin' nice And cut right to the bone I can't make myself be good I wish I could Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood 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 tuned to petrified old wood I can't make myself do right On Friday night When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light --- Good - Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit