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Some people like to gamble, |
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But you, you always lose. |
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Some people like to rock 'n' roll, you're always singin' the blues. |
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You gotta nasty disposition. |
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No one really knows the reason why, |
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You gotta bad bad reputation. |
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Gonna hang your head down and cry... chorus: |
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You got bad, bad luck. |
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Bad, bad luck. |
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You got bad, bad luck. |
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Bad, bad luck. |
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Thirteen's my lucky number, |
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To you it means stay inside. |
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Black cat done crossed my path, |
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No reason to run and hide. |
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You're looking through a cracked mirror. |
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No one really knows the reason why. |
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Your enemies are gettin' nearer. |
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Gonna hang down your head and cry.... chorus: |
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You got bad, bad luck. |
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Bad, bad luck. |
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You got bad, bad luck. |
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Bad, bad luck. |
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Some people go to church on |
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Sundays, others they pray at home. |
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You tell them that there ain't no |
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God, that they're better off standin' alone. |
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You're always scratchin' at the eight ball, |
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No one really knows the reason why. |
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You get to the top and then you fall, |
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Gonna hang down your head and cry. |
