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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Roberts
Sam Roberts
Performer
George Donoso
George Donoso
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Roberts
Sam Roberts
Composer
Sam Roberts
Sam Roberts
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brendan McGuire
Brendan McGuire
Producer
David J. Holman
David J. Holman
Mixing Engineer
Scott Ternan
Scott Ternan
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, what's wrong with me?
Said, "Oh, what's wrong with me?"
I know what I don't wanna be
A dead end on the family tree
And I just lost my virginity
To a girl who won't remember me at all
Took her out on a shopping spree
Happiness never happened for free
Could it be that I imagined things
I'm just sad instead of heartbroken?
She came home but she's leavin' again
She coming back but she won't say when, and I
Don't sing songs anymore
I don't feel young anymore
And it's hard to conceal
That these tears that I cry are for real
Any more
My pop says I should be like him
My mom says I can live with them
I had to ask my little brother to lend me
Change for the bus till I see him again
I'm getting drunk every day of the week
My ship sunk but it had no leak
A fortune teller on Bishop Street
She read my hand and the future is bleak
I'm tired of sitting up on the fence
I got no self-confidence
Why don't I have a circle of friends?
I'm so square they don't even pretend, and I
Don't sing songs anymore
I don't feel young anymore
And it's hard to conceal
That these tears that I cry are for real
Any more
Don't give in, don't give in
You can never let them win
Don't give in, don't give in
But I get cold
Ah, I get cold
Every night, night, night
Without a prayer in my heart, heart, heart
Oh, I get cold
Yeah, I get cold
Every night, night, night
Without a prayer in my heart, heart, heart, oh no
Oh, what's wrong with me?
Said, "Oh Lord, what's wrong with me?"
I know what I don't wanna be
A dead end on the family tree
And the train for my salvation
Is departing from the station
She don't feel like conversation
So, I'm talking to myself
I got nobody else
I got my bottle of booze and my stale cigarettes down from the shelf
And I don't sing songs anymore
I don't feel young anymore
And it's hard to conceal
That these tears that I cry are for real
Any more
Any more
Written by: Sam Roberts
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