I don뭪 get many things right the first time
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In fact, I am told that a lot
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Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
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Brought me here
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And where was I before the day
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That I first saw your lovely face?
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Now I see it everyday
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And I know
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That I am
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I am
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I am
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The luckiest
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What if I뭗 been born fifty years before you
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In a house on a street where you lived?
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Maybe I뭗 be outside as you passed on your bike
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Would I know?
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And in a white sea of eyes
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I see one pair that I recognize
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And I know
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That I am
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I am
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I am
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The luckiest
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I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
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Next door there뭩 an old man who lived to his nineties
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And one day passed away in his sleep
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And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days
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And passed away
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I뭢 sorry, I know that뭩 a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
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That I know
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That I am
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I am
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I am
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The luckiest
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The Luckiest
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| Ben Folds |
