It's cold and it's lonely, you're hollow and stale
But it beats twenty-five years in Arrendale
You'd tell him you're sorry
If he'd take your mail
Anymore

They call it fate
They call it fate
But it's not
It's just bad luck's the only luck
You've got

Who could fault you for believing when you fight so hard?
Why should only the lonely be battered and scarred?
But you carry that cross
You don't let down your guard
Anymore

They call it fate
They call it fate
But it's not
It's just bad luck's the only luck
You've got

When you're destitute and desperate, it's easy to steal
When you've run out of cards, it's easy to deal
You're backed by your badge
But it doesn't seem real
Anymore

They call it fate
They call it fate
But it's not
It's just bad luck's the only luck
You've got

Fires are fickle, they come and they go
They burn out too quickly or die nice and slow
But you don't seem to rage
And you don't seem to glow
Anymore


They call it fate
They call it fate
But it's not
It's just bad luck's the only luck
You've got

They call it fate
They call it fate
But it's not
It's just bad luck's the only luck
You've got

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