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I ‘m lucky for my fingers
Lucky bed to sleep
Lucky thoughts that linger
Lucky as I leap
Sometimes I turn my mind to days
Before we broke in two
Yeah but I'm lucky, so lucky
For the time I spent with you
Now some would call it destiny
Say we don’t control our fate
Yeah but me I don't believe that stuff
And I'm luckier that way
(*Alt version: See I believe you make your own luck)
Sometimes. I turn my mind to days
Before we broke in two
But I'm lucky, so lucky
For the time I spent with you
What more could I ask for?
What more could I do?
What more could I ask for?
I owe so much to you
Well I'm lucky I'm still dreaming
Lucky to have cried
Yeah even lucky for the bad luck
Just lucky to have tried
Sometimes I turn my mind to days
Before we broke in two
Yeah but I’m lucky I'm lucky
For the times I spent with you
For the times I spent with you
© Chris LeRoy and Johnny Hickman Published 2005 New West Crash Music and Bad Altar Boy Music
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