(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer)
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There's a man in a cutaway
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Buying drinks for the room
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All the cheer raining down on the day
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Comes to nothing and leaves by the broom
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On the streets named for presidents
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Where the kingfishers blew
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All the cornflowers sewn in the fence
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Keep the memory from tearing in two
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But if I should lose
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I'd wake up feeling lucky
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If I should take a fall
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Or throw it all away
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I wouldn't mind lying beside you
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The rest of my days
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The storms came down out of Mackinaw
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As the weight stations closed
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There was a terrible darkness I saw
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Pulling up on the side of the road
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But if I should lose
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I'd wake up feeling lucky
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If I should take a fall
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Or throw it all away
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I wouldn't mind lying beside you
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The rest of my days
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So I'll drink to the wealthy man
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And I'll pray for the poor
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And I'll hold onto you while I can
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In the darkness just to be sure
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That if I should lose
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I'll wake up feeling lucky
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If I should take a fall
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Or throw it all away
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I wouldn't mind lying beside you
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Lucky
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Hem |