Complain (Letra)

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I can sing about love lost
But what if there’s no love to lose?
If everyday I saw sunshine
And it never rained the blues
If my fears were tears
I wonder would they fall
If a smile could stretch a mile
Even if I had no money at all
But I’m willin’ to take
Whatever life brings
Cause you’re the only one
Who seems to know me

And even if the bad times call
If I had you back
I wouldn’t complain at all

I can dream about tommorrow
If it’s still today
I’d wear down my knees every night
Even if I had no hands to pray
If my friends were dead and gone
Leavin’ me here alone
Could I depend on some spirit
To ease me when my soul’s on its own
If my eyes were blind
And I couldn’t feel at all to see
Nothin’ in this world but you complete me

And even if the bad times call
If I had you back
I wouldn’t complain at all

Come back to me
If you just wanna hang out with the boys
I wouldn’t complain
I wouldn’t make a fuss
No not a noise
I wouldn’t complain
Leave your socks on the dresser
And not in the drawer
I wouldn’t complain
Just as well if you wanna watch your favorite sport, baby
I wouldn’t complain
Change my way of living
I wouldn’t complain
Show you much understanding
I wouldn’t complain
For you
I wouldn’t complain
Promise to love you more
I wouldn’t complain

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Complain (Letra)

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Ozone disappearing in the sky
Bud man asking us why ask why
If I could find my magazine
This bug would die
I complain
China boy standing up to a tank
Southern boy living in the house of yanks
If I can’t see to get my motorbike to crank
I compain

Chorus:
Complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier, easier

Small kid begging for a crumb of bread
Next kid bloated lying nearly dead
I wonder what to take
For my aching head
I complain
Lots of people crying for a little rain
Whole nation learning how to live in pain
I don’t know how
I’m gonna clean this little stain
I complain

Chorus:
Complain, so much easier
I Complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier
I complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier
Complain, complain

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Black man singing Mississippi blues
Africa starves a little baby drools
I’m trying to figure out
All the basketball rules
I complain
Mr. Rush Limbaugh giving me the facts
Treetops falling and the newsman yaks
I’m thinking about Carter
And how I’m gonna be taxed
I……..

Chorus:
Complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier
Complain, so much easier
Complain, complain