Sitting at the window
with my arms on my knees
I open the french door an I feel the breeze
I´ve seen better times, I´m not looking my best
faking a smile even though I´m depressed
Reflecting too much abourt duties and such
I drown in my own tears, I guess, I need a crutch
I start to wonder why the birds do not sing
I try to stand up but I can feel the sting
But I take a trip down memory lane
and you come along with me and I think you can feel the same
Your´re holding my hand
and you never let go
can you see that
the earth is getting smaller below us
as we fall for each other
and I really don´t bother
about what they say ´cause I will find my way
Don´t be down in the mouth
remain true to yourself
do not let it get you down
let the chips fall where they may
Don´t be down in the mouth
remain true to yourself
do not let it get you down
let the chips fall where they may
let them fall where they may
You complain of hard times,
you complain about life
your friends let you down
as you try to revive
You can´t see the bright side
or you paint it in black
You don´t wanna stay but you wanna go back
But I take a trip down memory lane
and you come along with me and I think you can feel the same
Your´re holding my hand
and you never let go
can you see that
the earth is getting smaller below us
as we fall for each other
and I really don´t bother
about what they say ´cause I will find my way
Don´t be down in the mouth
remain true to yourself
do not let it get you down
let the chips fall where they may
Don´t be down in the mouth
remain true to yourself
do not let it get you down
let the chips fall where they may
let them fall where they may

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