Tekster: Combat Crisis. Face The Crowd. Out Of Luck.
So fast these things can turn around, but this time I've hit the ground.
Like bad luck on a rainy day, you can't seem to make it go away-
and we all want the same things in life:
necessities, not poverty, some friends around and family.
So when it all gets ripped away,
I'll sit back and finally say "out of luck."
When will I see the day when this bad luck goes away?
That's when I'll pick my head up and when I'll pick my feet up.
And we all want the same things in life:
no pain, no pressure and things to get better.
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