All my dreams to to pieces
Each time she pass me by
All my friends keep saying
That girl ain't the loving kind
But whatever I do to hold back brings me down
But whatever I do to hold back brings me down
Comes a time you look for trouble
Comes a time it comes your way
She came to me in the midnight hour
On a cold winter's day
She stood there in my room
All dressed in lace
And she placed my body and soul
Upon, upon a bed of grace
Children were crying
Children were crying
Driving me insane
Driving you insane
And all this took place
While the drunks were dancing
To the rhythm, to the rhythm of the rain
And I'm going back to see her again because
Whatever I do to hold back brings me down
Whatever I do to hold back brings me down
Whatever I do to hold back brings me down
Whatever I do to hold back brings me down
Writer(s): Atle Bystrom
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