You Cannot Win
Such a hopeless deviate
A girl born way to late
All set to be set free
In a world of misery
When your tears run dry
Another finger's in your eye
And you tought you'd seen it all
It's so hard to make things right
You think you're getting closer
But it's alway out of sight
It will follow you to your end
It may not be bitter but it's hard to
comprehend, you cannot win
If it ain't is this you bet it's that
The stakesare high and chances fat
And if your time ain't runnig short
There's the wait you can't abort
Way down rock bottom low
There's another place belowe to go
And I thought I'd seen it all
It's so hard to make things right
You think you're getting closer
But it's alway out of sight
It will follow you to your end
It may not be bitter but it's hard to
comprehend, you cannot win
So you can stand and clench your fist
At a place that only may exist
Behind the 42 feet wall
Another 3 is standig tall
If my hands weren't tide
I swear I'd catch you in the rye
I'm sorry I can't take your fall
It's so hard to make things right
You think you're getting closer
But it's alway out of sight
It will follow you to your end
It may not be bitter but it's hard to
comprehend, you cannot win
A girl born way to late
All set to be set free
In a world of misery
When your tears run dry
Another finger's in your eye
And you tought you'd seen it all
It's so hard to make things right
You think you're getting closer
But it's alway out of sight
It will follow you to your end
It may not be bitter but it's hard to
comprehend, you cannot win
If it ain't is this you bet it's that
The stakesare high and chances fat
And if your time ain't runnig short
There's the wait you can't abort
Way down rock bottom low
There's another place belowe to go
And I thought I'd seen it all
It's so hard to make things right
You think you're getting closer
But it's alway out of sight
It will follow you to your end
It may not be bitter but it's hard to
comprehend, you cannot win
So you can stand and clench your fist
At a place that only may exist
Behind the 42 feet wall
Another 3 is standig tall
If my hands weren't tide
I swear I'd catch you in the rye
I'm sorry I can't take your fall
It's so hard to make things right
You think you're getting closer
But it's alway out of sight
It will follow you to your end
It may not be bitter but it's hard to
comprehend, you cannot win
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Writer(s): Niklas Anders Andersson
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