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By summer's end, I predict that I'll Have finally lost my mind The doctor said that these new pills Well, they might help me this time And I hope that's the case 'cause I feel I am wasting The one life that I have The chances, they come, and the chances, they go But the time, well, you can't get that back And Johnnie called me late last night And I told Mr. Walker just go home Why do the demons in my mind Never wanna leave me alone? It's the pistol and the bottle It's the drugs and it's the throttle They tell me they'll make me feel alive But I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night Well, I'd love to get to sleep, but I can't get too deep Though I'm doing the best that I can My mind wants to talk about everything I'm not Even worse, everything I am I tell my friends and they tell me that Time will only do me well But I won't shut my mouth, is it a rule down in the south That you can't talk about your mental health? And Johnnie called me late last night Well, I told Mr. Walker just go home Why do the demons in my mind Never wanna leave me alone? It's the pistol and the bottle It's the drugs and it's the throttle They tell me they'll make me feel alive But I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night Well, Johnnie called me late last night And I told Mr. Walker just go home Why do the demons in my mind Never wanna leave me alone? It's the pistol and the bottle It's the drugs and it's the throttle They tell me they'll make me feel alive But I know good and well that ain't gonna help I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night I'm praying I make it through the night
Writer(s): Michael Joseph Wise, Morgan Dealie Wade, Sadler Jennings Vaden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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