| All the times I’ve wasted
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| All the things I thought I knew
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| I think about it, I think about it
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| And at the back of some motel
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| Sat the devil
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| Don’t believe him, don’t believe him
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| There are people who will kick you
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| When you’re down
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| Make you think you’ll never get up
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| Off the ground
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| But don’t believe them, don’t believe them
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| Lay down your ten foot ladder
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| It’s time to come inside
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| When everything get shattered
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| You will realise
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| That you can’t have bad luck all the time
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| Cause even losers win sometimes
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| Stick around baby and you will find
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| That you can’t have bad luck all the time
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| That little helpless feeling
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| All alone inside in your room
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| Feel the empty, feel the empty
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| There are those who tell you
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| Not to raise your hand
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| They keep you in the dark
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| As best as they can
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| But don’t believe them, don’t believe them
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| Goddamn the sick misfortunes
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| I’m here to tell the truth
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| We live in disproportion
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| I’m telling you
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| That you can’t have bad luck all the time
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| Cause even losers, we win sometimes
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| Stick around baby and you will find
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| That you can’t have bad luck all the time
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| Oh no
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| All the time, all the time, all the time |