| Lucky at love, well maybe so
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| There’s still a lot of things you’ll never know
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| Like why each time the sky begins to snow, you cry
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| You’re faithful to her in your careless way
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| And so you miss her when she’s far away
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| But every time you think you’ve got it straight, you fall
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| You face the future with a weary past
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| Those dreams you banked upon are fading fast
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| You know you love her, but it may not last, you fear
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| It’s never easy and it’s never clear
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| Who’s to navigate and who’s to steer
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| And so you flounder, drifting ever near the rocks
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| It’s hard to say where love went wrong
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| It’s hard to say just when (it's so hard to say)
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| It’s hard to walk away from love
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| It may never come again
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| You do your best to keep your hand in play
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| And try to keep those lonesome blues at bay
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| You think you’re winning but it’s hard to say, sometimes
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| It’s hard to say where love went wrong
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| It’s hard to say just when (it's so hard to say)
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| It’s hard to walk away from love
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| It may never come again
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| Lucky at love, well maybe so
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| There’s still a lot of things you’ll never know
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| Like why each time the sky begins to snow, you cry
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| Well, you cry
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| Ooh, you still have to cry |