Lucky Star

Breathing like I'm seething

Like my bill of rights is being burned before my eyes

Seeing, disbelieving

Like some trick of lights is being played to hide the

lies

What you're taking out on me now?

What you're rakin' down my back? It ain't showing

But I ain't faking nothing so I guess

It means I ain't taking what you're throwing

You can draw my blood, watch me bleed, but I ain't

dyin'

Got my lucky star, my spirit's free, this time I'm

buyin'

Grieving till I'm free again

Till your love no longer comes haunting in my sleep

Weaving over bleeding

This creature of habit will not be obsolete

What you're taking out on me now?

What you're rakin' down my back? It ain't showing

But I ain't faking nothing so I guess

It means I ain't taking what you're throwing

You can draw my blood, watch me bleed, but I ain't

dyin'

Got my lucky star, my spirit's free, this time I'm

buyin'

Lucky star, my spirit is free again

(Marko Saaresto: Lead vocalist and songwriter of the

rock band Poets of the Fal)

Every single wound that weeps, every jaded memory

Calls for a new one in it's place

So let me lead you through this dance of guilty

pleasures in advance

Peachy at the corners of your mouth, your mouth

Oh, Sands of time will fall

Oh, Sands of time will fall

And you can throw me off my course

I will make it my resource

Just to be myself

You can draw my blood, watch me bleed, but I ain't

dyin'

Got my lucky star, my spirit's free, this time I'm

buyin'

Lucky star, my spirit is free again

Lucky star, my spirit is free again

Lucky star, my spirit is free again