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Sep 2015
I waited for what in such a lot
But what a luck to win a buck
Pour in head and slam in bed
Pulled and fooled my heartbreak wound

Stuck at Luck
Randomly chasing a not
With words that sting
Like "your nothing"

It aches, breaks, and make mistakes
Like holding fire with no desire
You have no choice for your a noise
Just wait and see for whats in me
But all i do is think of you
And in the end I'm stuck at luck
Slam
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