| Well, I never got a lift out of Egypt
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| And it seems I’ll never get back home
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| And I always write better when I’m sleeping
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| I forgot to write or even phone.
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| Well, I never looked better than at Blenheim
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| And I never really tried to cut it up
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| And I always crossed out all the answers
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| And I always seem to have another chance
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| But there’s no luck.
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| There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
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| There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
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| Well, I never tried shooting at strangers
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| I just never seemed to find enough time
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| And I was just dying so easily
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| When I felt you tugging at my sleeve.
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| Well, I never looked better than at Blenheim
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| And I never really tried to give it up
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| And I always crossed out all the answers
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| And I always seem to have another chance
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| But there’s no luck.
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| There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
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| There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
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| There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
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| There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
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| Maybe I was braver then
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| Maybe I’ll be brave again
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| Maybe I could cry again
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| Maybe I could die again.
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| But ev’ry day just passes by
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| As lonely as a pack of cards
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| And I don’t get any calls
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| I don’t really care at all. |