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Sometimes You Just Cant Win

Jon Fratelli
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 I  won't take your pity, and I  won't be ignored.
 I don't  want your money  but I wouldn't  mind to be adored.
I  won't be forgotten, I won't  be denied.
I  won't be held guilty  for anything  I might've tried.
And  there's no spooks around my door,
Paying  my rent or sweeping my floor.
I  never said things I never did mean,
Once  or twice I've lied.
I've  always been kind to women who have taken  me in.
Sometimes  you're a loser,  sometimes  you just can't win.
I  can't live forever, I can't  be blamed for trying.
I  can't beg forgiveness  just because  you won't find me crying.
I  won't want you thinking I'm  a gutless man.
Street  fights they don't scare  me, I avoid  them when I can.
And  there's no doubt about it, it's a pointless  age built with men among
 rage.
It's  hard to be the saint when you steal the best lines,
 someone else implied.
I  never been one to talk much, I've just lived  in my skin.
Sometimes  you're a sinner,  sometimes  you just can't win.

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Readable chord sheet for Sometimes You Just Cant Win by Jon Fratelli

I[C] won't take your pity, and I[F] won't be ignored.
I d[C]on't want your m[G]oney but I wou[F]ldn't mind to be ado[C]red.
[C]I won't be forgotten, I [F]won't be denied.
[C]I won't be held gu[G]ilty for anyt[F]hing I might've tr[C]ied.

[G]And there's no spooks around my door,
[F]Paying my rent or sweeping my floor.
[Am]I never said things I never did mean,
[E]Once or twice I've lied.
[F]I've always been kind to women who have t[C]aken me i[F]n.
[C]Sometimes you're a l[G]oser, some[F]times you just can't [C]win.

[C]I can't live forever, I ca[F]n't be blamed for trying.
[C]I can't beg for[G]giveness just becau[F]se you won't find me cryi[C]ng.
[C]I won't want you thinking I[F]'m a gutless man.
[C]Street fights they don't sc[G]are me, I av[F]oid them when I ca[C]n.

[G]And there's no doubt about it, it's a poin[F]tless age built with men among
rage.
[Am]It's hard to be the saint when you steal the best lines,
[E] someone else implied.

[F]I never been one to talk much, I've just li[C]ved in my s[F]kin.
[C]Sometimes you're a sin[G]ner, someti[F]mes you just can't w[C]in.

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