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Hard to Be A Loser - Rebekka Bakken

It's hard to be a loser

When it is forbidden to lose

No matter what you start

It's bound to have an end

And no matter what happened

You know you are to blame

What others find sweet is

What you call the blues

When I woke up this morning

My bed was gone

I was freezing like a dog

And the ceiling was broke

It rained through the window

The floor was wet

The first thing I saw was you had left with her

And that you both are walking around

Calling beautiful music what I now call the blues

But okay go to hell and get out of my sight

If people ask how I feel

Tell them I'm doing all right

And if they ask why I cry

I'm not at all sad

And I just invented a new form of laughter

I practiced since last It is

What you call beautiful music

And which I call the blues

But okay go to hell

And get out of my sight

If people ask how I feel tell them

I'm doing all right

And if they ask why I cry

I'm not at all sad

I just invented a new form of laughter

I practiced since last

It is what you call beautiful music

And which I call the blues

Alright If you one day shall think

That your beautiful world has fallen apart

Please look me up since it is me

Who's paid the party

You see a man is like a house

There is always an open door

And I don't give a shit

If thousand women have lived there before

Cause then it is my turn

To call it beautiful music

What you now call the blues