Unlucky One, by MAC
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I am just the unlucky one
In a world without sun
Since my life even begun
I am just the unlucky one
Never complete, never done
A father without a son
I am just the unlucky one
A race that is never run
A feather that weighs a ton
I am just the unlucky one
A child without vision
Perfect kind of treason
I am just the unlucky one
In a world without sun
Since my life even begun
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| Posted: 2009-09-09 03:52:52 UTC |
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