Letra de The battle

We learn at an early age that nothing in life is free
you have to work for what you've got so nothing belongs to me
i go to work every day to try and get ahead
but all i show at the end of the day is my life a cat and a bed
It seems so pointless that i can't go on
i'll have to do it 'til my life is gone
and if i try again i'll lose this war
'cause i don't know what i'm fighting for
I sit by the telephone and wait for that call
i need to know i'm wanted i'm setting myself up for a fall
and then that call never comnes and i'm left all alone
sitting in my room wishing i could run to home
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And when my life was turned around by some good luck scarcely found
i got a girl now and i got a job no more waiting acting like a slob