| Come, come, here come the lucky ones
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| Marching powder and champagne
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| Dripping desire, hidden behind warpaint
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| And they’re like mannequins, they’re all dressed the same
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| I guess we better look alive or else acquire the taste
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| Oh come on
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| Don’t ya wanna be a lucky one?
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| It goes on and on, like staring at the sun
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| Do you wanna be a lucky one?
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| Come, come, here come the frenzy
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| If I see glitter it must be gold
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| Pouring around me, teasing my self-control
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| Oh what a wonderful world, but it’s so hard to speak
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| I keep fumbling my words 'cos my tongue’s in my cheek
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| Oh come on
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| Don’t you wanna be a lucky one?
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| It goes on and on, like staring at the sun
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| Do you wanna be a lucky one?
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| Oh come on
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| Don’t you wanna be a lucky one?
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| It goes on and on, like staring at the sun
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| Do you wanna be a lucky one?
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| My eyes on your mouth
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| As warm breath is spilling out
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| And that life you dreamt about
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| Chewed you up, spat you out
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| And the nights are so absurd
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| And the days are all so blurred
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| I need help; |
| I need her
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| Truth spills out in a slur
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| As we’re walking out back, with the glass
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| Lotteries and loaded guns, honey look at what you could’ve won
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| We’re dancing with the lucky ones
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| Place your bets let’s go all in, honey look at what you could’ve been
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| We’re dancing with the lucky ones
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| Oh come on, come on, don’t ya wanna be a lucky one?
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| It goes on and on, like staring at the sun
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| Do you wanna be a lucky one? |