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I should be your four leaf clover |
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That stays real close in line |
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Your purse or even your holster |
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Needs love from time to time |
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Stop looking over your shoulder |
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The Gods would send a sign |
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I should be your four leave clover |
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The kind that's hard to find |
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I think, I'm going in the water again |
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And maybe this time I'll just float alone |
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Don't even worry about the rent for this month |
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Why don't we slowly work it off? |
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I don't ever want to feel that again |
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Whatever you put in that party dust |
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Running your body square into the trees |
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Will reset anything your big heart desires |
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Air conditioned relapse is over |
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It behooves those who have the time |
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To fall to the floor like a mortar |
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And thank their ****ing lucky skies |
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Stop looking over your shoulder |
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The Gods would send a sign |
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I should be your four leave clover |
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The kind that's hard to find |
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I think, I'm going in the water again |
|
And maybe this time I'll just float alone |
|
Don't even worry about the rent for this month |
|
Why don't we slowly work it off? |
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I don't ever want to feel that again |
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Whatever you put in that party dust |
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Running your body square into the trees |
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Will reset anything your big heart desires |
