Mooryc - Bad Luck

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I pass tense people on the streets
You can see it from your steeple
Marbles crawling from under your eyelids mean nothing here
Still rather suck up what’s ours then let trickle down your own
You live in the eye of the cyclone
We see stars above our heads through golden bars
I pass tense people on the streets
Crippled with triple so called bad luck
You know we all think that working in these mines serves us well
I still hop that clouds don’t blot out all the beautiful sights from up ther
You live in the eye of the cyclone
We see stars above our heads through golden bars
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