| Today I walked down the street I use to wander
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| Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
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| There was all these things that I dont think I remember
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| Hey, how lucky can one man get.
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| I bronzed my shoes and hung from a rearview mirror
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| Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret
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| There was all these things that I dont think I remember
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| Hey, how lucky can one man get.
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| Today I walked down the street I use to wander
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| Yeah, scratched my head and lit my cigarette
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| Well, there was all these things that I dont think I remember
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| Hey, how lucky can one man get.
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| Today I walked down the street I use to wander
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| Yeah, shook my head and made myself a bet
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| There was all these things that I dont think I remember
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| Hey, how lucky can one man get.
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| Hey, how lucky can one man get.
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| Hey, how lucky can
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| One.
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| Man.
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| Get. |