Song parody of
Isabel
by Mason Jennings
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It might have been some other story
Our book could have been bought used
'Cause it was missing all the late chapters
They were gone with the liberty that everyone loves to abuse
I'm not ready to never feel good again
Mistakes were made by you as well, as well
I will come by road, I will come by rail
To come by Isabel
Demons, my demons
One step behind me
Everywhere I go they come along
And demons, my demons
Always remind me
They keep singing my favorite song
And I keep sliding all around
All my vices are gone that held me so well, so well
I will come by control of the things you don't tell
To come by Isabel
Early in the morning I lay awake in my bed
Wondering when the day will show a trace
Well it always comes like a prison guard
Looking in my cell
Shining his flashlight in my face
He always says "Hey boy,
Where do you think you're going?"
There's only one thing I can tell, I can tell
I will come flat broke, I will come by hell
To come by Isabel
I will come by control of the things you don't tell
To come by my Isabel
It might have been some other story
Our book could have been bought used
'Cause it was missing all the late chapters
They were gone with the liberty that everyone loves to abuse
I'm not ready to never feel good again
Mistakes were made by you as well, as well
I will come by road, I will come by rail
To come by Isabel
Demons, my demons
One step behind me
Everywhere I go they come along
And demons, my demons
Always remind me
They keep singing my favorite song
And I keep sliding all around
All my vices are gone that held me so well, so well
I will come by control of the things you don't tell
To come by Isabel
Early in the morning I lay awake in my bed
Wondering when the day will show a trace
Well it always comes like a prison guard
Looking in my cell
Shining his flashlight in my face
He always says "Hey boy,
Where do you think you're going?"
There's only one thing I can tell, I can tell
I will come flat broke, I will come by hell
To come by Isabel
I will come by control of the things you don't tell
To come by my Isabel
