oh my lucky number's been rolling all summer
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and when the sun shines, i celebrate
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the beauty in life - it's my duty in life
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'cause the rhythm of change
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will carry on beating
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i'll take these blue skies, however fleeting
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it might be too late tomorrow...
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sometimes i get into it
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but others, i can't stand the waiting -
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freetime
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so long afternoons would go up in balloons
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as we killed our time just watching it die
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your father, my son, he'd turn in his urn
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and sometimes i get into it
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but others, i can't stand to waste it -
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freetime
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allowing for some change, i'll carry on mundane
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around the corner, await simple pleasures
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my beautiful wife in her beautiful life
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to the rhythm of change we'll carry on walking
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the hills of glenrosa stand in our future
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there's beauty in life
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yes there's beauty in life
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freetime
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trashcan sinatras |