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Letras:Fuel. Natural Selection. Luck.

It's cold outside in the middle of the winter
And my brain's in the fridge
(Would you know what shape I'm in)
Point things in the better I'm lucky
If I even give in to the sin
(Would you know what shape I'm in)

And it's all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down

Photography mixed in the monogamy
Keepin' my world happenin'
(Would you know what shape I'm in)
I know that I'm better when I know
That you are better and I'll hold you again
(Would you know what shape I'm in)

And its all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down
And it's all been luck until now
I only hope that you're still 'round me now

And it's gonna rage
It's gonna stay with you always
Every second counts on you
To prove you're off the ground

It's cold outside in the middle of the winter
And my brains in the fridge
Point things in the better I'm lucky
If I even give in to the sin

And its all been luck until now
Its all been luck until now
And its all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down now

And its all been luck until now
Caught in the race of up to down
And it's all been luck until now
I only hope that you're still 'round me
Forever 'round me now