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The Luckiest -- Ben Folds
I don't get many things right the first time,
In fact, I am told that a lot.
But I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
Brought me here.
Now where was I before the day
I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday.
And I know
That I am,
I am,
I am, the luckiest.
What if I'd been born
Fifty years before you,
In a house, on street, where you live.
And what if I'd been outside
As you passed on your bike,
Would I know?
And in a wide sea of eyes,
I see one pair that I recognize.
And I know,
That I am,
I am,
I am, the luckiest.
I love you more than I have
Ever found a way to say to you.
Next door,
There's an old man,
Who lived to his nineties
Than one day, passed away, in his sleep.
And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days
Than passed away.
I'm sorry I know that's a
Strange way to tell you that I know
We belong
That I know
That I am,
I am,
I am, the luckiest.
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