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Broken glass and broken plates Traffic is slow, so now I'm late Eleven staples in my skin Lady luck, please cross my path I want to discuss times we've had It's true, and I need to talk to you It's true This time I'm scared Please care It's true that bad luck loves me I'm scared it's thinking of me But what can I do? It's all up to you It's going to take some time Please show me that you're kind Come from where ever it is you reside And change this fucking luck of mine I think it's the least that you can do By now I realize the time we've spent And what that means to me From Letras Mania