 I cannot cope unless I'm guided by hope
And this girl, you see, she's a mystery to me
I wish that I could show you all the things that I've done
I'm hiding all my regrets away from you
I'm never confiding but finding a way to drink my way through
Silly Brentwood boy
There's no wick in the candle
I can't handle this fight on my own
Cobbled street, I can't find my feet in this burning heat
But the wicked man sleeps in no man's place
In no man's place
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be OK
The wicked man keeps his only grace
The wicked man is me
Wicked man is me
Spends his time writing songs for her
And the word escape is his favourite word
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And his father's son with his mother's eyes
And he's crying alone where you can't see his tears
Thinks he's dying, can't get a grip of all his fears
The silly Brentwood boy
Iron out a few creases, the pieces never fit
Old lanterns dotted around and demons living inside their precious homes
But the wicked man sleeps in no man's place
In no man's place
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be OK, not today
The wicked man keeps his only grace
The wicked man is me
Yeah, the wicked man is me, me, me, me, me
The wicked man sleeps in no man's place
In no man's place
And he wishes he could tell you it will be OK, but not today
The wicked man keeps his only grace
The wicked man is me
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