There’s too many people,
they all do better than me.
But not all that they are
is all that I see.
It seems so familiar
how things fall into place for them.
Although I wander like a stray dog
I don’t have no regrets.
It’s my bad luck, surprise, surprise!
But I’m not scared to look deep into my enemies’ eyes.
All of these people,
are they sinners or saints?
They take their moment in the spotlight
but they don’t take the blame.
It’s my bad luck, surprise, surprise!
But I’m not scared to look deep into my enemies’ eyes.
Here we are at last,
ten thousand days have passed,
and it all seems the same to me.
You wear the same old mask.
You say “what’s passed is past”,
to prove it’s all just how it used to be.
It’s my bad luck, surprise, surprise!
But I’m not scared to look deep into my enemies’ eyes.
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