You don't have to say you're sorry All the lights are getting blurry Cry yourself to sleep and in the morning We can start it over Say your prayers and count your blessings Turn away as you're undressing All the girls with your eyes, you have been Because they will never know you
Held down by the devil's hand Dressed up like a gentleman You got me crying out every time There must be something wrong Lights on in the middle of the night If I give a little more will it make it right You know I'm trying, in the end There must be something wrong
On the floor my head is ringing All the words you said are stinging Courage to the bone But then you say that you cannot remember I'm no match to wanna fight you Everything I say ignites you Try to let it lie But then I find that you will not surrender Held down by the devil's hand Dressed up like a gentleman You got me crying out every time There must be something wrong Lights on in the middle of the night If I give a little more will it make it right You know I'm trying, in the end There must be something wrong There must be something wrong (what's wrong with being wrong) There must be something wrong (what's wrong with being wrong)
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Held down by the devil's hand Dressed up like a gentleman You got me crying out every time There must be something wrong Lights on in the middle of the night If I give a little more will it make it right You know I'm trying in the end There must be something wrong
I'm taking the devil's hand He's been such a gentleman He's got me crying out every time There must be something wrong Lights on in the middle of the night If I give a little more will it make it right You know I'm trying in the end There must be something wrong There must be something wrong (what's wrong with being wrong) There must be something wrong (what's wrong with being wrong) There must be something (what's wrong with being wrong)
Compositores: Allison Margaret Pierce, Catherine Eleanor Pierce, Christian James Langdon ECAD: Obra #10250267