| it has been a cross, been a cross that she’s had to bare
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| always at a loss, lady luck’s never in the air
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| can’t turn the ship around
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| or get off the ground
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| always ending up with the stick of the shortest size
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| never adding up to the point where you win the prize
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| always falling down
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| lost but never found
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| some people would feel cursed, but she thinks in reverse
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| one day her life can change
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| she’s got faith in tradition
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| and she believes in superstition
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| good luck pennies and four leaf clovers
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| and she wishes on gutter rainbows
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| the first star seen in the night sky
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| pedals off a dandelion
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| good luck pennies and four leaf clovers
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| and she wishes on gutter rainbows
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| always in a rut, kinda stuck, unremitting strife
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| but she won’t give up and let it go ‘till everything is right
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| she’s always getting burned
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| but she waits for fate to turn
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| some day soon
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| ‘cause at anytime her luck can change
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| she’s got faith in tradition
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| and she believes in superstition
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| good luck pennies and four leaf clovers
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| and she wishes on gutter rainbows
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| the first star seen in the night sky
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| pedals off a dandelion
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| good luck pennies and four leaf clovers
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| and she wishes on gutter rainbows
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| some people would feel cursed, but she thinks in reverse
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| some day soon, her life is gonna change |