Cross the line and erase any doubt
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You walk the carpet until you wear it out
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Listening to songs tearing at your heart
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With every box you pack you feel like you could start
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Crying at the feet of an angel that offers no mercy
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Standing like a statue through the ages
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and you?e on your knees
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CHORUS: Sometimes you feel lucky
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Sometimes you feel lucky
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Sometimes you feel lucky
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You still believe
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Looking in the mirror and staring past yourself
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Everyone is helpful but no one? any help
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And just like a ghost that floats above the floors
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You glide down the hallway through the automatic doors
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And these streets pretend to be an old friend
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familier and knowing
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But you have nothing else in common
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save for where you?e going
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CHORUS
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Say goodbye to the last guest leaving
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and room seems empty
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Sometimes you just want to scream
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til you break down gently
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And now it? years from then so little? ever said
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To remind us of the age, to bring back the dead
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But memory is a funny thing what it chooses to forget
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The evidence of lives we?e lived and ones we haven? yet
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CHORUS
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Lucky
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| Josh Joplin Group |