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Lucky
Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored
of life in The District.
Can't afford the French Quarter high.
Says it gets old real quick.
And he pales up next to me
scrawled on the pavement.
It says:
Son, time is all the luck you need.
And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied
and I won't betray the things that I hide.
There's not enough years underneath this belt
for me to admit the way that I felt.
Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be
the wave that crashes
from a sea of discontent.
He says he's wrestled with that blanket.
It leaves you cold and wet
any way you stretch it.
Divine apathy! Disease of my youth
watch that you don't catch it.
And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
and I won't betray the things that I hide.
There's not enough years underneath this belt
for me to admit the way that I felt.
And I'm the wave that crashes
from a sea that turns itself
inside out every chance I get to
see what it's like in hell.
And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
and I won't betray the things that I hide.
There's not enough years underneath this belt
for me to admit the way that I felt.
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for me to admit the way that I felt.
There's not enough years underneath this belt
and I won't betray the things that I hide.
And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
see what it's like in hell.
inside out every chance I get to
from a sea that turns itself
And I'm the wave that crashes
for me to admit the way that I felt.
There's not enough years underneath this belt
and I won't betray the things that I hide.
And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
watch that you don't catch it.
Divine apathy! Disease of my youth
any way you stretch it.
It leaves you cold and wet
He says he's wrestled with that blanket.
from a sea of discontent.
the wave that crashes
Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be
for me to admit the way that I felt.
There's not enough years underneath this belt
and I won't betray the things that I hide.
And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied
Son, time is all the luck you need.
It says:
scrawled on the pavement.
And he pales up next to me
Says it gets old real quick.
Can't afford the French Quarter high.
of life in The District.
Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored
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