Helping Hand

Trouble in your life alone
Crying a single tear with no one to hold
Well I've felt this way twice before
I don't ever wanna feel that way anymore

The widow creeping, sleeping alone
Making little children out of her bones
Anything's better than being set free
But she's been dead baby to me

Think you're a queen
Stockholm's for alone
Well I've felt this way baby twenty times before
I know you're feeling right
Judging our life but you should have a look at your insides

"You might be wrong, you might be right, who knows? It's all a
Lucky strife"

Hold it together like you are alone
Pushing out a billion things to do at home
You are a friend I thought, maybe I was wrong?
But now baby I'm singing a different song.

"You might be wrong, you might be right, who knows? It's all a
Lucky strife"



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Fale
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