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Tekster: David Sneddon. Seven Years Ten Weeks. All My Life.

Took a little bit of money, tried to find my soul And it looks like nobody cares Standing on the corner of a street where nobody goes Though you never stop peddling wares You'd like to buy a drink but the money's spent Working through the night trying to pay the rent And you think you'll never find your way You wanna stop sleeping throughout the day Get on your feet and play on and I don't wanna be left here all my life I belong in another place so take me there tonight So won't you help me out tonight I don't wanna be useless all my life Hard to find the way when you leave the track Hard to get a little respect, lying on your back And you're counting off of every dream As your demo gets ripped at the seam and I don't wanna be left here all my life Get on your feet and play on I belong in another place so take me there tonight So won't you help me out ... I don't wanna be useless all my life When you're lying in your bed and all around you there is silence and the melodies go through your head, it's like an act of violence Cos there's nothing you can do about it and no one that you know I belong in another place so take me there tonight I don't wanna be useless all my life But don't let go Won't you help me out, help me out tonight and I don't wanna be left here all my life