Lucky

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Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored of life in the district
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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
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He says son, time is all the luck you need

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But if I stay lucky then my tongue 'll stay tied
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And I won't betray the things that I hide
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There's not enough years underneath this build
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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
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It leaves you cold and wet, anyway you stretch it
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Divine apathy, the disease of my youth, watch that you don't catch it

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Down the wave that crashes, from
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A sea that turns itself
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Inside out every chance I get
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See what it's like in hell, yeah yeah