Lyrics

She's a tortured soul with no solutions A problem this big has no easy fix He's been trying hard but finds no answer The great concern makes everyone sick They limp through the days one by one They catch a break but the problem's never gone Father, I've given in You already know how thing's have been There's nothing special I would like to say It appears you don't listen anyway He's tired soul with no solutions He's done this dance so many times A sense of tension's always present And in the back of all our minds They limp through the days one by one They catch a break but the problem's never gone Father, I've given in You already know how thing's have been There's nothing special I would like to say It appears you don't listen anyway Father, I've given in You already know how thing's have been There's nothing special I would like to say It appears you don't listen anyway
Writer(s): Trond Knutsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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