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-evident
 Maybe I wouldn't feel so damn alone
 Because 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 all obliged I felt so cold
 Can't you see this heart on my sleeve
 It burns for you
 And not for me
 Because I always wanted to be a better man
 Yes I always wanted to be a better man
 Yes I always wanted
 I always wanted x3
 I always wanted to be a better man