Things we said, things we've done
Now you're dead, now you're gone
And I believed in you
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you no more?
Now you're free from your sore
More to me than before
And I believed in you ?til the end
Things we said, things we've done
Now you're dead, now you're gone
And I believed in you ?til the end
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you no more?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you no more?
Now you're dead, now you're gone
And I believed in you
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you no more?
Now you're free from your sore
More to me than before
And I believed in you ?til the end
Things we said, things we've done
Now you're dead, now you're gone
And I believed in you ?til the end
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you no more?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you no more?
Lyrics submitted by daisie_bfa
Jerricco Lyrics as written by Fredrik Granberg Frans Johansson
Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
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