Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
Ed Harcourt
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Ed Harcourt
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Little boy
Broke his leg when he fell from the redwood tree
He crawled back home
The house was on fire
And so were the family
Laid on his back
Cried out in vain
"I never knew there was this much pain"
The deed was done
He's the forgotten son
Whispered, "Son, I'm the unlucky one"
Whispered, "Son, I'm the unlucky one"
You build a new house
And you try to repent
The house was weak
And the devilish winds came along
And tore him apart
Screaming the sound
Cursing the ground
Jumped in the river, and waited to drown
The house was gone
He's the forgotten son
Whispered, "Son, I'm the unlucky one"
Whispered, "Son, I'm the unlucky one"
Little boy
Broke his leg when he fell from the redwood tree
The Unlucky One was written by Ed Harcourt.