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Lucky Strike

Berhana

Up past midnight
Wonder where this life could go
Even my fortune teller
Said she'd rather me not know right now
Sunday morning
Wonder how hot it could get
Something bad is comin', light my lucky cigarette

We
We're so lost, we're so lost
We
We're so lost, we're so lost

Bad news breaking
'Bout my cousin back at home
They said his lungs had blackened
Should have never let him smoke
Now the judge says murder
'Cause he'll never understand
I'm not my brother's keeper
Keep his blood off of my hands

We
We're so lost, we're so lost
We
We're so lost, we're so lost
And though you're not my type
I'll let you stay the night

Escrita por: Amain Berhane, David Pimenel