The Ghost of Paul Revere
Andra
How much for a heart of gold?
How much for a soul that isn't black?
How much for a wasted love
That ruined me, oh Lord can you take that back?
Because I always wanted to be a better man
Yes, I always wanted to be a better man
If I sold myself out to a whole new crowd
Just so I could stand
And I could scream out loud
If I gave up everything
And everyone I know
Maybe the man in me would cease to show
Well I cut my hair and burned my clothes
Changed my name and moved away from home
If the truth was more self-еvident
Maybe I wouldn't feel so damn alone
Bеcause I always wanted to be a better man
Yes, I always wanted to be a better man
Well, the crowd screamed out
"Sing what we know"
And I obliged but I felt so cold
Can't you see this heart on my sleeve
It burns for you
And not for me
Well, I always wanted to be a better man
Yes, I always wanted to be a better man
Yes, I always wanted
I always wanted
I always wanted
I always wanted
I always wanted to be a better man