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Break a luca, break a leg in time Lose a footshell or you lose your mind Get on top, get on top, get on it What to do when it's no-one to strut it When you find good luck to hell All live and swollen hurt You're quite but strike assailant Feel alright, feel alright, hard to show it Take a left, take a right, born to strut it Oh, joy, from your righteous eyes If some died from a stress wound Would wine Oh, joy, from your righteous eyes Learn to help! From Letras Mania