Letras: Everyday Sunday. Stand Up. Lose It Again.

Sure shot tonight, everything is right Everybody want to fight like it's not their life Everybody wants the fame, But nobody wants the blame Everybody wants to play, but they can't play the game They don't want the God They don't want the life They just wanna put up a fight How ya doin today Why you thinking these things have gone this way again Why ya thinkin this way Said I don't wanna lose it again So now you know, what do you know Everybody wants a show And they wanna play now Like they never played before First you hear it, disappear it And you wanna get near it But you're standing right in front of the door They don't want the God They don't want the life They just wanna put up a fight How ya doin today Why you thinkin these things have gone this way again Why ya thinkin this way Said I don't wanna lose it again