Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, shook my head, and I made myself a bet
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get?
I bronzed my shoes, and I hung from a rearview mirror
Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret
Well, there was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get?
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, scratched my head and lit my cigarette
Well, there was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get?
Today I walked down the street I use to wander
Yeah, shook my head, and I made myself a bet
Well, there was all these things that I don't think I remember
Hey, how lucky can one man get?
Hey, how lucky can one man get?
Hey, how lucky can one man get?
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