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You win some and you lose someAnd I've lost the will to loseWith my part time job and my faith in GodFalling on a bruiseAnd this no star bed and breakfastAnd insolvency abuse, make me feel like throwing myselfOff the kitchen shelfFalling on a bruiseAnd all of my unworldly goods, the bailiffs took them tooFor all the ducked bills and silly sodsFrom Brian Mills's catalogSomething borrowed, bartered and blueYou win some and you lose some, you save nothing, nothing for a rainy dayYou need your nutrasweet daddy or some peppermint paddyOr just a hackneyed old cabbieWho can drive you and your baby awayTwo fives or a tenCould get me back to youAnd stop meFalling on a bruiseIt's not that I'm acrophobicLetras de cancionesIt's just that it's not safe to go out anymoreSo I just stay indoors with my TV TimesMy petty rimes and my nursery rhymesSomeone said, that the sound of a baby cryingIs the world and beauty in the eye of the beholderBut as my heart grows colder, and colderI just feel so tiredThe fridge is empty, the walls are damp, there's no hot waterAnd I look like a tramp and tramps like usBaby we were born to walkBut where does a mother's girl go, when her mother's gone?Some you win and some you loseI've spent my hole lifetime falling on a bruiseAnd if I had the chance to do it all againI'd change everything From Letras Mania