| Song | This Life |
| Artist | Martha Wainwright |
| Album | Martha Wainwright |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| This | |
| This life is boring | |
| This | |
| This life right now is snoring | |
| But that's all right | |
| That's okay | |
| It's still worth living | |
| When it is not | |
| I got the gun for my head | |
| And I want to break free instead | |
| But I could never pull the trigger | |
| I get too scared | |
| So I stand up instead | |
| I go wild | |
| Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, | |
| There's a song | |
| It's in my head | |
| There's a song, there's a song | |
| A little country song | |
| That's in my head | |
| Dear, dear man | |
| Be nice to your girl | |
| She knows that you could | |
| Live without her | |
| And so she cries in your arms | |
| Every night | |
| Til you walk out the door | |
| She goes wild | |
| Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, | |
| There's a song | |
| It's in my head | |
| There's a song, there's a song | |
| A little country song | |
| It's in my head | |
| "On a parti, six ans de mer | |
| Sans pouvoir border la terre | |
| Au bout de la septi譥 ann饼BR>On a manqu颐e provisions" | |
| {On stormy seas, we six years sailed | |
| And never once green land we hailed | |
| The bitter seventh year came on | |
| We found our stores at last were gone} | |
| Oh, it's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| It's in my head | |
| This | |
| This life is boring | |
| This | |
| This life right now is snoring |
| This | |
| This life is boring | |
| This | |
| This life right now is snoring | |
| But that' s all right | |
| That' s okay | |
| It' s still worth living | |
| When it is not | |
| I got the gun for my head | |
| And I want to break free instead | |
| But I could never pull the trigger | |
| I get too scared | |
| So I stand up instead | |
| I go wild | |
| Oh, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, | |
| There' s a song | |
| It' s in my head | |
| There' s a song, there' s a song | |
| A little country song | |
| That' s in my head | |
| Dear, dear man | |
| Be nice to your girl | |
| She knows that you could | |
| Live without her | |
| And so she cries in your arms | |
| Every night | |
| Til you walk out the door | |
| She goes wild | |
| Oh, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, | |
| There' s a song | |
| It' s in my head | |
| There' s a song, there' s a song | |
| A little country song | |
| It' s in my head | |
| " On a parti, six ans de mer | |
| Sans pouvoir border la terre | |
| Au bout de la septi jiao ann bing BR On a manqu yi e provisions" | |
| On stormy seas, we six years sailed | |
| And never once green land we hailed | |
| The bitter seventh year came on | |
| We found our stores at last were gone | |
| Oh, it' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| This | |
| This life is boring | |
| This | |
| This life right now is snoring |
| This | |
| This life is boring | |
| This | |
| This life right now is snoring | |
| But that' s all right | |
| That' s okay | |
| It' s still worth living | |
| When it is not | |
| I got the gun for my head | |
| And I want to break free instead | |
| But I could never pull the trigger | |
| I get too scared | |
| So I stand up instead | |
| I go wild | |
| Oh, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, | |
| There' s a song | |
| It' s in my head | |
| There' s a song, there' s a song | |
| A little country song | |
| That' s in my head | |
| Dear, dear man | |
| Be nice to your girl | |
| She knows that you could | |
| Live without her | |
| And so she cries in your arms | |
| Every night | |
| Til you walk out the door | |
| She goes wild | |
| Oh, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, there' s a song, | |
| There' s a song | |
| It' s in my head | |
| There' s a song, there' s a song | |
| A little country song | |
| It' s in my head | |
| " On a parti, six ans de mer | |
| Sans pouvoir border la terre | |
| Au bout de la septi jiào ann bǐng BR On a manqu yí e provisions" | |
| On stormy seas, we six years sailed | |
| And never once green land we hailed | |
| The bitter seventh year came on | |
| We found our stores at last were gone | |
| Oh, it' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| It' s in my head | |
| This | |
| This life is boring | |
| This | |
| This life right now is snoring |