There you go again
Blaming your circumstance
On some random happenstance
When are you gonna figure out
The world doesn't work this way
The world doesn't work for pay
And you're not rich anyway
And you are not the sort
To get lower than before
But now you've lost control and
It weighs on your head and shoulders down
When there's no hand to reach for
No happy go luck
When you're out-manned and detoured
Can you pick yourself up
When there's no hand to reach for
Can you see yourself through this hell through this hell
There you go again
Letting your hope run free
Letting yourself begin to believe
When are you gonna figure out
The world doesn't want to play your games
The world doesn't care that you've changed
The world just knows you by your name
And you are not the sort
To get lower than before
But now you've lost control and
It weighs on your head and shoulders down
When there's no hand to reach for
No happy go luck
When you're out-manned and detoured
Can you pick yourself up
When there's no hand to reach for
Can you see yourself through this hell through this hell
You know its such a
Joke to think you get
Control of the way your man behaves on his
Own its just out of your hands
And you are not the sort
To get lower than before
But now you've lost control and
It weighs on your head and shoulders down
When there's no hand to reach for
No happy go luck
When you're out-manned and detoured
Can you pick yourself up
When there's no hand to reach for
Can you see yourself through this hell through this hell
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