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What Is Luck?

What Is Luck?

It's having someone who can bother with you,
still loves you, no matter what you may do;
you crossed the road, a car just missed you,
perhaps that's it - there's too many, you, you, you.

We'll think of others, instead of only me,
just imagine if you had to have a lobotomy,
I'm not the same but don't worry, it's still me,
I can't change, I'll always think of me. me, me.

They said they were lucky to know you and I,
especially when it seemed that we didn't have to try,
you don't know what it's like to be such a lucky guy,
and still get mad when I keep saying I, I, I.

It's enough - I don't want all this luck anymore,
too late, I just missed banging my head on the door.

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