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- Damien Jurado Lottery 歌詞
- Damien Jurado
- Misfortune got you like a sickness
The saints and angels all agree
Trouble sure as trouble sees it
I need it in writing to believe
To believe
The target was your heart in the beginning
Now there digging soft ground for your grave
I hope the mourners will bring plastic flowers
Theyll drink to your death with pink champagne
Pink champagne
Now I hear your widow crying
Her weeping I made into this song
Its popular with the disco dancers
Theyll play it on the radio all week long
All week long
Misfortune got you like a sickness
And the saints the angels all agree
Trouble sure as trouble sees it
I need it in writing to believe
To believe
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