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And your luck is going to
Run out anytime soon
When you're living on
Borrowed time, borrowed thoughts
And a borrowed mind.
Your soul's a quarter full
Or a quarter empty on
The pessimistic days-
More often than none.
And there you go again
Dreaming away all of your maybes,
Looking at pictures
Of places you'll never be,
And lives you will never live
`Cause you can't think past today-
Is life number than this?
Or are you number than life?
And your luck is going to
Run out anytime soon
Does anyone care?
Pick yourself up...
Carly Findlay
October 2000