I was born inside a ^Emsmall town, I've lost that state of mind
Learned to sing inside the L^Cord's house, but stopped at the ag^De of nine
I forget when ^GI get aw^Emards now the wave I had to ride
The paving stones I pl^Cayed upon, they kept me on the gr^Dind
So blame it ^Gon the ^Empain that blessed me with the life
Friends and family filled with e^Cnvy when they should be filled with p^Dride
And when the ^Gworld's a^Emgainst me is when I really come alive
And everyday that Satan t^Cempts me, I try to take it in my s^Dtride
You know that ^GI've got ^Emwhisky with white lines and smoke in my lungs
I think life has ^Cgot to the point I know without ^Dit's no fun
I ^Gneed to ^Emget in the right mind and clear myself up
Instead, I l^Cook in the mirror questioning w^Dhat I've become
I guess ^Git's a ^Emstereotypical day for someone like me
Without a n^Cine-to-five job or an ^Duni degree
^GTo be ^Emcaught up in the trappings of the industry
They showed me the l^Cocked doors I find another ^Duse of key, and you'll see

^C I'm well a^Gware of certain t^Dhings that ^D/Awill destroy a man like me
^C But with that s^Gaid give me one m^B7ore, higher^Em
CAnother one to ^Dtake the sting aw^Emay
I am ^Chappy on my ^Down, so here I'll st^Emay
Save your ^Clovin' arms f^Dor a rainy d^Emay
And I'll find ^Ccomfort in my p^Dain eraser

I used to think that nothing ^Emcould be better than touring the world with my songs
I chased the ^Cpictured perfect life, I think they ^Dpainted it wrong
I ^Gthink that ^Emmoney is the root of evil and fame is hell
^CRelationships and hearts you f^Dixed, they break as well ^G
And a^Emin't nobody wanna see you down in the dumps
Because you're l^Civing your dream, man, this ^Dshit should be fun
Please ^Gknow that ^EmI'm not trying to preach like I'm Reverend Run
I beg you, ^Cdon't be disappointed with the ^Dman I've become
Our con^Emversations with my father on the A14
^CAge twelve telling me I've gotta c^Dhase those dreams
N^Gow I'm ^Emplaying for the people, dad, and they know me
With my ^Cbeat and small guitar wearing the ^Dsame old jeans
Wembley ^EmStadium crowd two hundred and forty thousand
I may have g^Crown up but I hope that ^DDamien's proud
And t^Go the ^Emnext generation, inspiration's allowed
The world ^Cmay be filled with hate but keep ^Derasing it now, somehow

^C I'm well a^Gware of certain t^Dhings that ^D/Awill befall a man like me
^C But with that s^Gaid give me one m^B7ore, higher^Em
CAnother one to ^Dtake the sting aw^Emay
I am ^Chappy on my ^Down, so here I'll st^Emay
Save your ^Clovin' arms f^Dor a rainy d^Emay
And I'll find ^Ccomfort in my p^Dain eras^Emer
And I'll find ^Ccomfort in my p^Dain eras^Emer
And I'll find ^Ccomfort in my p^Dain eraser

^Em Welcome to the new show
^C I g^Duess you know I've been away
^Em But where I'm heading, who knows
^C But my ^Dheart will stay the same
^Em Welcome to the new show
^C I g^Duess you know I've been away
^Em But where I'm heading, who knows
^C My pain eraser

And I'll find ^Ccomfort in my p^Dain eras^Emer
And I'll find ^Ccomfort in my p^Dain eras^Emer
And I'll find ^Ccomfort in my p^Dain eraser
CHORD