The air is so clear, the sky is so blue,
I know what you mean, I feel lucky too.
I found a dollar, it’s like a dream.
I love this place, my Slurpee is so Green.
So much easier to think that we did this all ourselves,
so much easier to let our hearts do what they’ve felt.
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To throw our chips up in the air,
and let the praise fall where it may.
I feel, I feel lucky.
It’s a well know fact, our hearts are black.
A maze full of mice, a game of cosmic,
dice, a neverending quiz, is all you think this is.
A gaping black hole, all the glory that you stole.
(There’s no such thing as luck.)