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Born To Lose letra


You've got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents
And one bad leg, you got it from the war
Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes
You can't wait to go and make some more

If you sneak out now, they'll never know you're missing
Before they're wise, you could be gone and back
While they stand guffawing in the kitchen
You're down the stair, and leave the screen unlatched
Leave that door unlatched

Swallowed up in silence, holding all your breath now
Wait for that familiar pull

Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by
With a deal you won't be able to refuse
No, you can't call him, but expect your phone to ring
And brother, you prepare yourself to
Offer up what you were born to lose

You move down the block, see curtains hung in tatters
The windows lit - the house is still awake
The girl upstairs is crying like it matters
Will she bend or will she only break
Just one more mistake

In no time she's disappearing through your fingers
Slips away so make it last

Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by
With a deal you won't be able to refuse
No, you can't call him, but expect your phone to ring
And brother, you prepare yourself to offer up

What you needed the most
Lord, he'll make you a ghost
If you do or if you don't

You've got two bad eyes, you got em from your parents
And one bad leg, you got it from the war
Three mistakes in bottles on a shelf yes
You can't wait to go and make some more
So go and make some more

Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by
With a deal you won't be able to refuse
No, you can't call him, but expect your phone to ring
And brother, you prepare yourself to
Offer up...

Somewhere in the night, a man is standing by
With a deal you won't be able to refuse
No, you can't call him, but expect your phone to ring
And brother, you prepare yourself to
Offer up what you were born to lose

Jenny Owen Youngs - Letras

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