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if i believed in luck |
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i would go up to the roof |
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gamble on the moon being full |
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like i had something to lose |
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i was gonna change the world |
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but i'm not gonna change the world |
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i was gonna change my ways |
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but i have not changed |
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if i had faith in me and you |
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like i used to |
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i'd call on jesus |
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to carry us back to the tour bus |
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and take us to the hard edge of the earth |
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we were gonna change the world |
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but we're not gonna change the world |
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and i was gonna change my ways |
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but i have not changed |
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i'm still the same |
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i put my hands in my gloves |
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and i grip my cup |
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good things came my way |
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and i didn't have to pray |
