Lucky

Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored
 Of life in The District
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 He can't afford the French Quarter high
 Says it gets old real quick
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 And he pales up next to me
 Scrawled on the pavement
 
 It says "Son, time is all the luck you need"
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 And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied
 And I won't betray the things that I hide
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 There's not enough years underneath this belt
 For me to admit the way that I felt
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 Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be the wave that crashes
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 From a sea of discontent
 He says he's wrestled with that blanket
 It leaves you cold and wet
 Any way you stretch it
 
 Divine apathy disease of my youth
 Watch that you don't catch it
 
 If I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
 And I won't betray the things that I hide
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 There's not enough years underneath this belt
 For me to admit the way that I felt
 
 And I'm the wave that crashes
 From a sea that turns itself
 
 Inside out every chance I get to
 See what it's like in hell
 And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
 And I won't betray the things that I hide
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 There's not enough years underneath this belt
 For me to admit the way that I felt
 ♪
 And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied
 And I won't betray the things that I hide
 ♪
 There's not enough years underneath this belt
 For me to admit the way that I felt