My luck sits sultry in a paper cup
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Drowned in hotel coffee
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I drink it so it's sucked into
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My pale and slouching body
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It? makes my one foot shake
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And my hands know what I mean
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When I say that I'm not lucky
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But it could be the caffeine
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Well I bury my secrets well
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I never kiss and tell
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I knock on wood
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But I got splinters in my hands
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And that ain't good
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My stories are hard to tell
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I never end them well
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I knock on wood
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But I've got splinters in my hands
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And that ain't good
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I should of said so from the start
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Will I never not be broken
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Got truth trees in my? shopping cart
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In case I cave to help here
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Sick of fortune's taunting games
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Searching for something to blame
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When it happened baby once again
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Crazy cause I'm mad and deep
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I'm posing in the den maybe
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I need to need a friend
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Well I bury my secrets well
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I never kiss and tell
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I knock on wood
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But I got splinters in my hands
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And that ain't good
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My stories are hard to tell
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I never end them well
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I knock on wood
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But I've got splinters in my hands
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And that ain't good
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Splinters
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| Katy Rose |
