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By The Lucksmiths, We are happy-go-lucky Johnny-come-latelys
Millionaire beach boys in ten-cent shirts
And our
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By The Lucksmiths, I don’t know when it started
But it’s worse now than
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By The Lucksmiths, Far from handsome
Close to ugly
I pull my pants
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By The Lucksmiths, I could sense the static
Must have been the season
Climbed into
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By The Lucksmiths, I’ll put this place behind me soon
For somewhere bright and
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By The Lucksmiths, You can't keep a secret
But you keep a diary anyway
And
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By The Lucksmiths, Alone tonight
I’d rather be by your side
As I drift out
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By The Lucksmiths, Heavens above, I could never hate her
She’s done nothing wrong
A
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By The Lucksmiths, I’m not sure what I should say
Your closest friends are
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By The Lucksmiths, It was everything you’d hope for at the start of
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By The Lucksmiths, I must admit I find it funny
But I might have
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By The Lucksmiths, Oh, you’d think I would have learned by now
But no
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By The Lucksmiths, Have you been drinking?
’Cause it’s not too late to start
There’s
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By The Lucksmiths, Accidents will happen
Catastrophes will occur
One hour in your kitchen is
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By The Lucksmiths, Breakfast, sat on a Japanese mattress
Getting this happy takes practice
The
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By The Lucksmiths, I never thought that it could happen quite so strictly
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By The Lucksmiths, In the early morning, when you wake each other up
Coughing
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By The Lucksmiths, Weekends away:
These were the happiest days
Ill with thrill of
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By The Lucksmiths, Yeah, you’re upset
So am I, so am I
I sometimes forget
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By The Lucksmiths, I’ll drop you a postcard, I’ll pick up my pen
Miranda
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By The Lucksmiths, You don't need to ask me twice
I'm not averse to
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By The Lucksmiths, I was looking for something
To soothe your aching head
Where did
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By The Lucksmiths, One of us is packing things in boxes
The other two
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By The Lucksmiths, Another summer slipped away without me noticing
At least you had
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By The Lucksmiths, The drunkest man in the world
Misunderstands what he’s overheard
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By The Lucksmiths, A summer's day at my disposal
By way of apology, a
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By The Lucksmiths, There’s a blanket on a mattress on my sister’s floor
There’s
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By The Lucksmiths, A week went by, and then another
And not a word
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By The Lucksmiths, She gets a haircut every June
On a kitchen chair
Last year
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By The Lucksmiths, She’s given it some thought
And it’s giving her some grief
Could