When I can’t cope
There’s a song I try remember
It goes
Every coin got a flips side you know
Everyday falls into night for sure
All good things must end
Nine times out of ten
Nine times out of ten
Again and again
We roll the dice into the wind
Again and again
I count my blessings
But as I raise my fingers
I know
Every truth has a white line to learn
Every star needs a black sky to burn
All good things must end
Nine times out of ten
Nine times out of ten
(Again)
Nine times out of ten
Nine times out of ten
Again and again
We roll the dice into the wind
Again and again
Yeah it goes
Nine times out of ten