Lucky

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It's about time now that you find out

your ego's a coffin, so lie down.

It's about time now that you put your pride away.

'Cause there's something about how the words sound

When they're coming out of your own mouth

That make you wonder what you think this weighs.

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We're the lucky ones

And we tore these days undone.

We're the bastard sons

Who squandered every mile they let us run.

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You've heard enough by now to know,

There's lines to cross and lines to leave alone.

You're worth a fool's weight in gold

Until they let you go.

For what it's worth I think you've got some nerve.

It's what you earn and not what you deserve

That keep the feet below your knees planted to the ground,

So set your sights ahead and chase it down.

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We're the lucky ones

And we tore these days undone.

We're the bastard sons

Who squandered every mile they let us run.

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If this is all a dream

Then I beg you to let me sleep,

'Cause I've found something worth all I've given up

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Give in, fade out.

Raise the bar, or set it down,

'Cause you can't change the rules

they've made to suit yourself.

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Give in, fade out.

Raise the bar, or set it down,

'Cause you can't change the rules

they've made to suit yourself.

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We're the lucky ones

And we tore these days undone.

We're the bastard sons

Who squandered every mile they let us run.

（We're the lucky ones）

If this is all a dream

（When it's said and done）

Then I beg you to let me sleep,

（We're the bastard sons）

'Cause I've found something worth all I've given up

（And we tore these days undone）