Every year is the same and I feel it again
I'm a loser, no chance to win
Leaves start falling, come down is calling
Loneliness is starting to sink in
But I'm one
I'm one
And you will see that this is me
I will be, you'll all see i'm the one
I got a Gibson without a case
But I cant get that even tanned look on my face
Ill fitting clothes and I blend in with the crowd
Fingers so clumsy and my voice to loud
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