paroles de chanson Winner Of A Loosing Game - Hver gang vi møtes , Silya & The Sailors

I did′t know that we where those
White cuntet days
Like water, where you slipping trough my hands
I culden't stop the time
I culden′t stop the race
We reach the finish line
Whit nothing left, to chase
Every piece of me is hurten
Every part of me is screaming out your name
And maybe i'm the one to blame
Should have felt it in the way it held me
I should have realist its not the same today
Yeah, maybe i'm the one to blame
I′m the winner of a losing game, The winner of a losing game
I kept on running forward
Not to lose my pase
But son the tears where streaming down my face
The meadow that i carried ways so heavy now
How could i think that you would ever help me trough
Every piece of me is hurten
Every part of me is screaming out our name
Yeah, maybe i′m the one to blame
Should have felt it in the way you held me
I should have realist, its not the same today
Yeah, maybe i'm the one to blame
I′m the winner of a losing game, the winner of al losing game