Из альбома: Love Is for the Rich

I can't believe the weather this year
I don't think nature can be trusted anymore
She's got a taste for human blood and misery
She won't be happy 'til we're gone gone gone

So don't push your luck
Don't screw this up for me
So don't push your luck
'cause we ran out of sympathy

I can't believe the weather this year
Who'd have thought that we could screw this up so fast?
I kind of thought that you would live forever
10 years of separating trash won't satisfy her

So don't push your luck
Don't screw this up for me
So don't push your luck
'cause we ran out of sympathy

So don't push your luck
Don't screw this up for me
So don't push your luck
'cause we ran out of sympathy

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