Garbage - A Stroke Of Luck |
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A Stroke Of Luck
Garbage Hanging by threads of palest silver I could have stayed that way forever Nothing could ever seem to touch me Bad blood and ghosts wrapped tight around me I lose what I love most Did you know I was lost until you found me? Stroke of luck or gift from God? Hand of fate or devil's claws? You come to me From below or saints above? Here comes the cold again I feel it closing in It's falling down And all around me, falling These are the rules I make You say that you'll be there to catch me Or will you only try to trap me? Our chains were meant to break, you'll never change me Here comes the cold again I feel it closing in You're falling down Stroke of luck or gift from God? And all around me, falling Hand of fate or devil's claws? From below or saints above? You come to me now Don't ask me why Don't even try Stroke of luck or gift from God? Hand of fate or devil's claws? From below or saints above? You come to me I feel it closing in Here comes the cold again And all around me, falling It's falling down Falling |
