Lyrics

I can't stand No matter how hard you try You wearing down every bolt But only just getting by And my mind There is nothing else you can do The world is filled with colour And all you ever see is blue I can see that it's wearing you down And I know, when you pick yourself off of the ground And you... You are constantly working things out And you... And you do without making a sound And you try and you try and you're battling life It's constantly bringing you down I can see that you're working things out It's a fine line Between seeing that you need and you stop And changing everything that you are And just to find your way through the dark I can see that it's wearing you down And I know, when you pick yourself off of the ground And you... You are constantly working things out And you... And you do without making a sound And you try and you try and you're battling life It's constantly bringing you down I can see that you're working things out All the ropes that hold you up Start to fray allusion of your crime Your crime... Every tear is a waste of drop Don't need the ropes to hold you up Don't cry Oh, please don't cry You are constantly working things out And you do without making a sound And you try and you try and you're battling life It's constantly bringing you down I can see that you're working things out You are constantly working things out And you do without making a sound And you try and you try and you're battling life It's constantly bringing you down But I know that you're working things out 'Cause you're constantly battling life
Writer(s): Joseph Martin Dunwell, David Thomas Dunwell, Daniel Neil Mcdougall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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