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Life's Complicated


Artist: Andreas Elfstrand
Artist's Description
Things may not always be as they seem

Genre(s): Country, Easy Listening
Mood(s): Calm, Confused
Style(s): Alternative, Ballad
Language(s): English
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Life's Complicated

By Andreas Elfstrand
[Low-key guitar solo]
[Verse]
Love
Hate
Two things that rarely leave you unscathed
Happiness
Bitterness
Two things that have a lot to share in between
Success today
Can leave you bare-scraped the next day
The words you said yesterday
You might be regretting down the line
And words unspoken
Can leave you heartbroken
And make you want to revisit
The day you denied yourself
A chance of piece of mind

[Chorus]
Life's complicated
And rarely a fairytale
You know what
That's okay
Everyone stumbles
No matter what the tabloids say
The richest may feel poor
‘Cause seem perfect
May feel like a chore
To smile for the paper
And then come home
To the empty ten room house all alone
Can tear that person's heart apart
While the poorest of them all
Can be the richest in the soul

[Verse]
So everything may not be
What it first might seem
The one with the fastest car
Who has seen the world
From the great afar
Can miss a place
They can feel at home
Feel a peace of mind
They might wear
The most expensive set of Calvin Klein
But feel something's missing in their heart
‘Cause a home
May not be to have
The most expensive house on the street
Home is a state of mind
You can't get from a lot
Of zeros at the bank

[Bridge]
So everything may not be what it seem
Nightmare can turn out to be
A fairytale of your secret dream
But if you don't cherish
All the great things you have
That might be hard to see
So if you're taking them for granted
You'll have to live with them
Regretting
What you couldn't appreciate
At the right time
While you chose to chase
After rich and fame
You lost what really granted you
What all the money in the world
Couldn't achieve

‘Cause

[Chorus]
Life's complicated
And rarely a fairytale
You know what
That's okay
Everyone stumbles
No matter what the tabloids say
The richest may feel poor
‘Cause seem perfect
May feel like a chore
To smile for the paper
And then come home
To the empty ten room house all alone
Can tear that person's heart apart
While the poorest of them all
Can be the richest in the soul

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