| You transferred in from out of state
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| First day of class, eleventh grade
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| And I got picked to show you 'round the school
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| Come to find out that you moved in
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| Just down the road from where I live
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| And girl I gotta tell you that was cool
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| Remember that night your battery died
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| And I just happened to be driving by
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| I never go that way on my way home
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| We can try to make it all make sense
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| And say it’s all just coincidence
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| Call it luck but I don’t think so
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| Somebody up there must be on our side
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| You don’t get lucky that many times
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| There’s only so many spots on a dice
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| You don’t get lucky that many times
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| These people think this world of ours
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| Just one day showed up next to Mars
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| Without a speck of help from up above
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| What are the odds in a million years
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| That one day we both wind up here and
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| We fit together like a glove
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| Somebody up there must be on our side
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| You don’t get lucky that many times
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| There’s only so many spots on a dice
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| You don’t get lucky that many times, no
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| Somebody up there must be on our side
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| You don’t get lucky that many times
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| There’s only so many spots on a dice
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| You don’t get lucky that many times
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| You don’t get lucky, you don’t get lucky
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| You don’t get lucky that many times
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| Whoa, whoa
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| You don’t get lucky that many times
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| Whoa, whoa
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| You don’t get lucky that many times |