I´m not the joker who wins your game Whenever Your good excuses (they) turn out lame And I´m not Always the hand that helps you out Whenever The lucky loser runs out of luck So sit down and lean back Cause this might hurt a bit (I won´t make your bed I don´t give a shit) Can you do anything on your own Without picking up the phone? Please don´t complicate it I feel so jaded Can you do anything on your own? Hey don´t you know I feel so jaded I feel so jaded ...now I wait for the day when you come to see That nothing In our life ever comes for free Because you´re Sneaking through life at my expense With an empty head and empty hands I´m so worn out I´m not the joker in your game When your excuses turn out lame And nothing ever comes for free When will the lucky loser see?
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