You so far removed from all we been through
Oh, and you, and you, and you, you tread a trouble track
Your odds are always stacked, you go back to black
We only said goodbye with words, I know a hundred times
I go back to her and you go back too, you go back too
I, I love you much, it's not enough
I love blowin' you well above
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside…
Writer(s): Martin Peter
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