It's the kind of bruised, long-suffering, self-doubting, painfully open and high-drama testimonial that has turned Jelly Roll into a country star. He sings about sleepless nights and voices in my head...
Whether it's in this life or beyond it, he declares, It's not OK, but we're all gonna be all right. It's an arena-scale homily...
When you walk on by, you've got shades to hide your eyes, the chorus chides. No one has a clue what we had to do to survive...
I feel like ain't nobody caring/Everybody's scared, she laments.
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