The Black Crows
Worried sick my eyes are hurting
To rest my head I'd take a life
Outside the girls are dancing
cause when you're down it just don't seem right
Feeling second fiddle to a dead man
Up to my neck with your disregard
Like a beat dog thats walking on the broadway
No one wants to hear you when you're down
Sister luck is screaming out
Somebody elses name
Sister luck is screaming out
Somebody elses name
A flip of a coin
Might make a head turn
No surprise, who sleeps
Held my hand over a candle
Flame burnin but I never weep
Sister luck is screaming out
Somebody elses name
Sister luck is screaming out
Somebody elses name
What a shame

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