A bed of nails and a pillow of sand
My head hurts and I can't even stand
Such a waste when I'm fresh out the can
Half a life slipping out of my hand
I'll take all the time that I need to get back on my feet
Crime pays when you've nothing to lose
If you ain't suffered then you can't sing the blues
Waiting round trying to make your own niche
Half a life slipping out of your reach
I'll take all the time that I need to get back on my feet
Ryan Doherty - Half a Life Lyrics
Ryan Doherty - Half a Life Lyrics
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A bed of nails and a pillow of sand
My head hurts and I can't even stand
Such a waste when I'm fresh out the can
Half a life slipping out of my hand
I'll take all the time that I need to get back on my feet
Crime pays when you've nothing to lose
If you ain't suffered then you can't sing the blues
Waiting round trying to make your own niche
Half a life slipping out of your reach
I'll take all the time that I need to get back on my feet
My head hurts and I can't even stand
Such a waste when I'm fresh out the can
Half a life slipping out of my hand
I'll take all the time that I need to get back on my feet
Crime pays when you've nothing to lose
If you ain't suffered then you can't sing the blues
Waiting round trying to make your own niche
Half a life slipping out of your reach
I'll take all the time that I need to get back on my feet
Writer: Ryan Doherty
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