Hey pal, take this piece of my, my
(Take this piece of my, my back string)
Leaving, sailing, flying
(Hating, Hey pal, fateful, good sad)
You got the capacity and you're so fucking lucky
Living up above the street; you're so fucking lucky
All your hair and bones and teeth, and you're so fucking lucky
Jesus Christ I wanna meet; you're so fuckin lucky
Smoke, coughing, smoking, poking
(Smoke, coughing, smoke, poking)
Hey pal, good sad, for reach out
(Make it last, it won't set sailing)
You got the capacity, and you're so fucking lucky
Living high above the street; you're so fucking lucky
Cut your chances nearly in half
I'm shut out of many good things
You take a little when you can; you're so fucking lucky
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