| How come everything that I do
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| Never seems to go right
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| Every turn I take to the left
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| Seems I should have gone right
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| Guess I’m a natural born loser
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| A natural born loser, everybody
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| Alright
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| I go out walking and it starts to rain
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| I get back home and it’s sunny again
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| The moon at night never seems so bright
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| But in my mind, it’s cloudy
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| Guess I’m a natural born loser
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| A natural born loser, everybody
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| Listen
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| What am I, what am I going to do
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| Won’t somebody hold me
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| And give me a clue
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| Alright, come on
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| Well I go out walking and it starts to rain
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| I get back home and it’s sunny again
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| Ah, sun and night never seems bright
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| But in my mind it’s cloudy
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| Guess I’m a natural born loser, eveybody
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| A natural born loser, alright
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| What am I, what am I going to do
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| Won’t somebody hold me
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| And give me a clue
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| Oh yeah
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| Come on baby
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| Guess I’m a natural born loser
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| A natural born loser
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| (etc. to end) |