| This is the song where I listen
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| This is the song where I sit still
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| I called the dogs off all the things I’m missing
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| And to everyone but you before I set sail
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| I said good luck, good luck, good luck
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| These are tough times
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| But we’ll get by
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| Good luck
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| This is the song where you speak up
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| This is the song where you get moving
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| You cried some trouble loud into a tea cup
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| And to me but no-one else before you threw it
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| You said good luck, good luck, good luck
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| These are tough times, we’ll get by
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| Good luck
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| I put ashore in front of our apartment
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| And watched you comb the stoop for shards of porcelain
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| Satisfied that there were none you broke the silence
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| And after this I promise not to interrupt again
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| Cause this is the song where I listen
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| This is the song where I sit still
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| Until our heartbeats drown out the clock ticking
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| And the song becomes I love you and always will
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| Good luck, good luck, good luck, these are tough times
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| We’ll get by
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| Good luck these are tough times
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| We’ll get by
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| Good luck these are tough times
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| We’ll get by
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| Good luck |