| I got good luck in my pocket
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| And a good shine on my shoes
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| I got a silk shirt in my closet
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| That I’m not afraid to use
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| A little fortune cookie told me
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| Help is on the way
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| The tables may be turning
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| It could happen any day 'cause
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| You can’t lose them all
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| You can’t lose them all
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| No you can’t lose them all
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| I could go down in history
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| I could go up in smoke
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| Could be the center of attention
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| Or the butt of every joke
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| But everytime I get shot down
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| I justify the risk
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| Because I come a little closer
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| To a hit with every miss
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| You can’t lose them all
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| You can’t lose them all
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| No you can’t lose them all
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| Outside my window there’s a blue horizon
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| But it seems so far away
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| A ray of hope that I can keep my eyes on
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| If I’m playing on the B-team
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| Or I’m sitting on the bench
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| It ain’t for lack of trying
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| Or a lack of confidence
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| When I reach my full potential
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| When somebody gets my drift
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| The stars are gonna line up
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| And the tides are gonna shift 'cause
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| You can’t lose them all
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| You can’t lose them all
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| No you can’t lose them all |