| Back when I believed in luck
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| And stones & crosses
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| I’d put a coin found on the street
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| Towards cosmic losses
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| And passing graveyards in a car
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| Tracing every falling star
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| Luck was never very far from childhood causes
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| And pennies kissed with wishes arced into the fountains
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| And time was said to heal all pain
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| And hope move mountains
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| And all that could befall a heart
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| Or break this perfect life apart
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| The swords we carried could not do a thing about them
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| Away I am going, away I am gone
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| Ghosts and angels are but memories and visions
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| And revenants are out there taking up positions
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| But back when I believed in you
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| You’d raise the sun and set the moon
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| How could I help but love you holy as religion
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| Away you are going, away you are gone
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| But back when I believed in luck and words as spoken
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| I found a lie could break and split the world clean open
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| And grief became my company
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| Pain so deep I could not breathe
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| All betrayal is like dying in slow motion
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| Is it luck that makes us shout or makes us whisper
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| Is it luck that makes us wise or turns us bitter
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| With our maps that point true north
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| With our vows we sally forth
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| The swords we carried can’t protect us from each other
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| Away we are going
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| Away we are gone
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| Away we are going
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| Away we are gone |