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August 07' Misfortune, most would call lost love bad luck
To those who never lose it, they would call it a joke
It is a dangerous thing, to get struck with matches
Hiding behind a mask, hoping to not be the next one it catches
Wondering why even bother, not knowing why give a care
He will always run, he will never be there
Pack your bags and hit the open road
Far away to someplace his memory does not go
Another broken heart to add to the baggage
Who knew there would end up being so much damage
Misfortune, back luck to some
Losing the one you love is like pulling the trigger of the gun
