Could have had a twin, seven pounds of life
Could have been born all bent and broken and quickly died
Could have drove the car they're lifting from the lake
But when I got drunk I thought I'd walk the rest of the way
But sometimes the trapdoor opens and we just fall
You could have made it out, but no one makes it through
So do I look like the luckier man to you?
Could have lost my mind instead of other kids
Could have been sleeping every freezing night under the bridge
They could have shot me up for trying to get by
When I lost my job and I was down and couldn't get a ride
But sometimes the trapdoor opens and we just fall
We could have made it out, but no one makes it through
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