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I'm not the joker who wins your game Whenever Your good excuses (they) turn out lame And I'm not Always the hand that helps you out Whenever The lucky loser runs out of luck So sit down and lean back Cause this might hurt a bit (I won't make your bed I don't give a shit) Can you do anything on your own Without picking up the phone? Please don't complicate it I feel so jaded Can you do anything on your own? Hey don't you know I feel so jaded I feel so jaded ...now I wait for the day when you come to see That nothing In our life ever comes for free Because you're Sneaking through life at my expense With an empty head and empty hands Letras de cancionesI'm so worn out I'm not the joker in your game When your excuses turn out lame And nothing ever comes for free When will the lucky loser see? From Letras Mania