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[Verse 1]
That’s how it goes. (That’s how it goes).
It’s like picking through a pile of dead men’s clothes,
Hoping you might find a clue, but there's so few of those.
That’s how it goes.

That’s how it goes. (That’s how it goes).
She said she’d be back soon, but never showed.
You bawled her out and bust her lip, you broke her pretty nose;
That’s how it goes.

[CH]
(But) There are times, old lad, it all goes bad and you can’t make it right,
It’s way too late for you, old mate, to claim you’ve seen the light.
She’s black and blue, but so are you,
Nothing’s black and white.

[Verse 2]
That’s how it goes. (That’s how it goes).
She’s got your number now - never phones.
There’s no one left for you to blame. You got here on your own.
That’s how it goes.

That’s how it goes. (That’s how it goes).
You’re digging deep, but you’re just digging holes.
Your brutal soul cannot control the way the eight-ball rolls.
That’s how it goes.

[Bridge]
There’s ups and downs, there’s highs and then there’s lows.
Lost and found and goodbyes and hellos.
Your name ends on some granite stones, all lined up in rows.
That’s how it goes, man,
That’s how it goes.

[CH]
(But) There are times, old lad, it all goes bad and you can’t make it right,
It’s way too late for you, old mate, to claim you’ve seen the light.
She’s black and blue, but so are you,
Nothing’s black and white.