I punched my head against the wall
And i rolled on the kitchen floor
Brother, it didn't help
Nothing helps me anymore
I broke the glass and cut the wrist
I made a trip from low to low
Brother, it didn't help
Nothing helps me anymore
You win, I lose
The 'Northern sky' plays on and on
The record we called our own
Surely it doesn't help me to hold on
Nothing helps me anymore
You win, I lose
I drink, you never liked me like that
The wind in the open window blows and blows
No, brother, it never helps
Nothing helps me anymore
You win, I lose
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