White Lung - Lucky One
This hard luck of yoursI hold it in my hand
Before the fever breaks
I'll grind your bones to sand
I expect nothing from you
I expect nothing from you
You are the lucky one
And I'm a dying breed
It all comes undone
When you're in front of me
You found me dumb and antsy
You found me playing fancy
Sit sit, sit little swine
Sit sit, sit you're doing fine
My eyes have no mind
I'm all mute and spent
I ate your infection
But I'll never pay your rent
I expect nothing from you
I want everything I do
You are the lucky one
And I'm a dying breed
It all comes undone
When you're in front of me
You found me dumb and antsy
You found me playing fancy
Sit sit, sit little swine
Sit sit, sit you're doing fine
Sit sit, sit Valentine
Sit sit, sit you're doing fine
You are the lucky one
And I'm a dying breed
And it all comes undone
When you're in front of me
You found me dumb and antsy
You found me while I fake
Written by:
Kenneth William Mccorkell, Anne Marie Vassiliou, Mich Reanna Debiel Way
Publisher:
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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