nobody forgives you when your down and out
they always remember
nobody gives you a good shout out
they never remember
right look ive done some bad things in my life
but it's not you whos bin given the strife
You've all got up and got on with your lives
im still the one still retrieving the knives
you lot just have paper cuts
while i have lost blood and guts
i dont look for sympathy from you that isnt my style
just for to recogninise the guilt of my mile
i don't know my right from my wrong
but noone will stop me singing my song
if the same can be said i never will know
maybe ll know if i end up with doe
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