| Aren’t I lucky, the world is crystal clear
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| Aren’t I lucky, so many things I hear
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| Sounds that fly in the air there, some are unaware
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| Aren’t I lucky, I have a heart to feel the pain
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| Aren’t I lucky, you stand right up to it again
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| When I was young I rarely gave a thought
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| To what kind hurt this world can deal out
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| Aren’t I lucky to have the world at my feet
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| Aren’t I lucky to be able to hear the breeze
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| Aren’t I lucky, I’m getting by so easily
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| Aren’t I lucky, oh, lucky
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| Wish you were lucky, your world tears my soul apart
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| Wish you were lucky, want to sing to your wounded heart
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| Give anything for just one day
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| Where nothing on earth could stand in your way
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| Aren’t I lucky to have the world at my feet
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| Aren’t I lucky to be able to hear the breeze
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| Aren’t I lucky, I’m getting by so easily
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| Aren’t I lucky to be able to hear the swaying trees
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| The tide that leaves, my breath this song, oh please
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| I’m on my knees
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| I want so much for you to know the sounds, all around
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| That I hear
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| My grace sufficient for you, My power’s made perfect
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| My power’s made perfect
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| My grace sufficient for you, My power’s made perfect
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| In weakness
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| Aren’t I lucky to have the world at my feet
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| Aren’t I lucky to be able to hear the swaying trees, oh Aren’t I lucky to be able to hear |