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 CANTANTE: 7 Mary 3
 TITULO:Lucky
 
 Mean mr. mustard says he's bored
 Of life in the district.
 Can't afford the french quarter high
 Says it gets old real quick
 And he pales up next to me
 Scrawled on the pavement
 It says: son, time is all the luck
 You need.
 And if i stay lucky then my tongue
 Will stay tied, and i won't betray
 The things that i hide.
 There's not enough years underneath
 This belt, for me to admit the way
 That i felt.
 Mean mr. mustard says don't be
 The wave that crashes
 From a sea of discontent, he says
 He's wrestled with that blanket...
 It leaves you cold and wet
 Any way you stretch it
 Divine apathy! disease of my youth
 Watch that you don't catch it.
 
 
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