| Lucky are the leaves of the clover
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| She’s digging for chemistry with the butcher’s tools
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| Shifty are the eyes of the gambler
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| He’s making his tricks his trade, and a job well done
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| Through the motions, waving wishes
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| To your confidence and eloquence
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| He’s turning a-green from these envious glorious things
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| Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe
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| Invoking a blue that’s meant for us too
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| What small amazing things we will turn to rain
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| Lucky is a deer in the headlights
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| Those two are as thick as thieves, not a penny more
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| Shaky are the hands of the gun shy
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| He’d rather give up the ghost than stick by
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| Through the motions, waving wishes
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| To your confidence and eloquence
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| He’s turning a-green from these envious glorious things
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| Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe
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| Invoking a blue that’s meant for us too
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| What small amazing things we will turn to rain
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| Gather 'round, hold your glasses up high
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| Drink to love while we wait for high tide
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| Keep it short, keep it brief, you have my word
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| Gather 'round while we wait for high tide
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| He’s turning a-green from these envious glorious things
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| Applied ambitious faith that can keep us all safe
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| These spots, these seeds, like her
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| We’re all a mess as though we all have another |