Neverthless
She's got a place to go and place cool cold
And everyone who knows me knows this
Rather say it's really time to throw,
But after all, (it's no bed of roses?)
Still in the hardest place for her to be
She'd rather be, it's almost empty
Look for the truth in ancient poetry
Forever stories have no ending and
Nevertheless she's hopeless
Always less happy than sad.
Forget your lonely loneliness
And be glad, begging you be glad
Nevertheless she's crying, tearing my (heart?) in two
Girl can't you see I'm trying staying in love with you...
She should have been more tough and have you off
But she's too good, she never shows it
And even when they wanna trap you up
She smiles and fights, smiles and fights
Still in the sternest place for hope to be
You better be, it's almost empty
No comedy without a tragedy, and yet this story has no ending and
Nevertheless he's hopeless
Always less happy than sad.
Forget your lonely loneliness
And be glad, begging you be glad
Nevertheless he's crying, tearing your (heart?) in two
Boy, can't you see she's trying staying in love with you...
I guess we're growing down,
I guess we're falling high,
Yes, we're growing down
Yes, we're falling high
Like they say, take my five and
Better smile than cry...
Nevertheless they're hopeless
Always less happy than sad.
Forget your lonely loneliness
And be glad, begging you be glad
Nevertheless they're crying, tearing our (heart?) in two
Oh, can't you see we're trying staying in love with you...
Forget your lonely loneliness
And better smile than cry...
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