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Artiste: Mark Wilkinson
Titre: Out Of Luck

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Is your frustration drawing circles in your head
And all the world around you painted in a jealous red
And every corner seems to turn you oh so wrong
And take you further from the happiness where you belong

You never even tried to change
Poor puppet on a lonely stage
You’re out of luck and out of time
And nothing’s ever turned out right
Your crying always sounds the same
You've always got the world to blame
They pulled you up and dragged you down
In helpless pieces on the ground

Don’t dis what we do
Just do what you do
What’s yours is yours
And mine is mine

Don’t dis what we do
Just do what you do
What’s yours is yours
And mine is...

You never had those chances other people did
You’re at the mercy of the heavens and the path they bid
Fate and cruelty dealt your life a heavy hand
You’re down again but man you cannot understand

You never even tried to change
Poor puppet on a lonely stage
You’re out of luck and out of time
And nothing’s ever turned out right
Your crying always sounds the same
You've always got the world to blame
They pulled you up and dragged you down
In helpless pieces on the ground

Don’t dis what we do
Just do what you do
What’s yours is yours
And mine is mine

Don’t dis what we do
Just do what you do
What’s yours is yours
And mine is...

You see the world in black and white
It’s just no fair
It’s just not right, no no
You never even tried to fight
You’d rather waste your time
Dragging other people down
Knocking things you haven’t found, so

Don’t dis what we do
Just do what you do
What’s yours is yours
And mine is mine

Don’t dis what we do
Just do what you do
What’s yours is yours
And mine is...