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Well I finally figured out That it's me who's full of doubt
And all the hair that I pull out
Will not improve the situation
And if the aim is to retreat
From a foe I cannot beat
Because I can't admit defeat
I'll never join the winners' side
Rising on the swell of wasted breath
Sore Loser would rather stay a mess
Ah ha ha ha!
Well her body's big and strong
But of her mind most proud of all
Where she sadly trips and falls
Is over her neglected soul
Cause a soul's like a sinkhole
It's deep and dark and old
And it swallows houses whole
Nobody knows how deep it goes
Closed-minded and ready to implode
Walls fall down as she closes the window
You walk like there's somewhere you should go
You act like there's something you should know
Each day begins in darkness
Don't overvalue the light
Bowing to the accomplishment of luck
Sore loser's just too broke to give a fuck
Ah ha ha ha!
© 2006 Sandra Mello (Austin Mello Music, BMI)
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