I was born inside a small town, I lost that state of mind
\nLearned to sing inside the lord\u2019s house
\nBut stopped at the age of nine
\nI forget when I get awards now, the wave I had to ride
\nThe paving stones I played upon, that kept me on the grind
\nSo blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life
\nFriends and family filled with envy, when they should be filled with pride
\nAnd when the world\u2019s against me, is when I really come alive
\nAnd every day that Satan tempts me, I try to take it in my stride<\/p>\n
You know that I\u2019ve got whisky with white lies, and smoke in my lungs
\nI think life has got to the point, I know without it\u2019s no fun
\nI need to get in the right mind and clear myself up
\nInstead I look in the mirror, questioning what I\u2019ve become
\nGuess it\u2019s a stereotypical day, for someone like me
\nWithout a nine to five job or a uni degree
\nTo be caught up in the trappings of the industry
\nShow me the locked doors I\u2019ll find another use for the key, and you\u2019ll see<\/p>\n
I\u2019m well aware of certain things that can destroy a man like me
\nBut with that said give me one more
\nI am another one to take the sting away
\nI am happy on my own so here I\u2019ll stay
\nSave your loving arms for a rainy day
\nAnd I\u2019ll find comfort in my pain eraser<\/p>\n
I used to think that nothing could be better than touring the world with my songs
\nI chased the picture perfect life, I think they painted it wrong
\nI think that money is the route of all evil, and fame is hell
\nRelationships and hearts you fix, they break as well
\nAnd ain\u2019t nobody want to see you down in the dumps
\nBecause you\u2019re living your dream and this should be fun
\nPlease know that I\u2019m not trying to preach like I\u2019m reverend run
\nI beg you don\u2019t be disappointed with the man I\u2019ve become<\/p>\n
Conversations with my father on the A14
\nAge 12, telling me I\u2019ve gotta chase those dreams
\nNow I\u2019m playing for the people dad and they know me
\nWith my beaten small guitar, wearing the same old jeans
\nWembley stadium crowds, two hundred and forty thou
\nI may have grown up but I hope that Damian\u2019s proud
\nAnd to the next generation, inspiration\u2019s allowed
\nThe world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow<\/p>\n
I\u2019m well aware of certain things that will befall a man like me
\nBut with that said give me one more
\nI am, another one to take the sting away
\nOh I am happy on my own so here I\u2019ll stay
\nWell save your loving arms for a rainy day
\nAnd I\u2019ll find comfort in my pain eraser
\nAnd I\u2019ll find comfort in my pain eraser
\nAnd I\u2019ll find comfort in my pain eraser<\/p>\n
Welcome to the new show
\nI guess you know I\u2019ve been away
\nWhere I’m heading who knows
\nMy heart will stay the same<\/p>\n
Welcome to the new show
\nI guess you know I\u2019ve been away
\nWhere I’m heading who knows
\nMy pain eraser
\nAnd I\u2019ll find comfort in my pain eraser
\nAnd I\u2019ll find comfort in my pain eraser
\nAnd I\u2019ll find comfort in my pain eraser
\nAnd I\u2019ll find comfort in my pain eraser<\/p>\n