Ancient West

It's been weeks sense I've seen a real smile
 Oh I know I won't see it for awhile
 I've counted inches from your yard to my door
 And I want nothing more than to know for sure
 It's been weeks since I've had a good thought
 I'm telling secrets about the lies that you bought
 You used to love to hear me sing
 And we would talk about everything
 It was beautiful to me
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 I don't want to be him anymore
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 Maybe I'll hear your voice in a crowded room
 Picture us one day a bride and a groom
 He'll walk in and I bet he will too
 Does he feel the way I felt about you?
 I muttered something quiet under my breath
 Then he quickly grabbed his coat and his chest
 I don't know how much time is left
 So hang your head and pray for the best
 Hang your head and pray for the best
 Hang your head and pray for the best
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 I don't want to be him anymore
 So keep me up and tell me every fear
 (I don't want to be him anymore)
 When you were young and the days passed like years
 Between the booze and the "remember whens"
 I'm telling all the same stories again
 You pray to him he is a god to you
 But does he hold your head and hear your blues?
 I won't be the one who makes you choose
 And give up everything that you can't lose
 Old notions from the ancient west
 They hang your head and pray for the best
 So hang your head and pray for the best
 Hang your head and pray for the best
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 Hang your head and pray for the best
 Hang your head and pray for the best
 Hang your head and pray for the best
 Hang your head and pray for the best