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Good Luck, Charlie

If things keep goin’ my way, I don’t know what I’ll do Maybe I’ll go be a priest in the Church of Déjà vu Maybe I’ll court a woman and go to Harvard for a degree Maybe they’ll cast my carcass out from the infirmary I remember what they always called me – Good Luck Charlie All advice stops here – Good luck, Charlie Yes and maybe we’re all just handfuls of what came before And maybe the point of this game is not to caught Inside the revolving door I remember what they always called me – Good Luck Charlie All advice stops here – Good luck, Charlie

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