The Lucky Devil
I think of the end, and I ask god why.
All the suffering, this world can supply.
Not willing to tell, just let us find out.
The psychics will say, what it's all about.
But it gives no help, to shine like the sun.
When the world today, is coming undone.
Living our lives large, all part of the show.
For when you've no choice, then go with the flow.
The sky's the limit, we've known from the start.
The lucky devil, is one with a heart!
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