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Go Radio Lucky Street

to make a sound, And everybody falls, and then sways as if to beats. Except for you and me. We've got promises to keep here on Lucky Street. So many

You put yourself onto the cross And built your wounds to cover spite So I can't be the man that martyrs you tonight Cause we're all paying heavy costs

Today a daughter will hug her father and ask whens Jesus coming back He wonders should he even bother with the words Cause all he got her in the world

be here by myself And I'd be just fine but most of the all the time you're with me on my mind It's why I stay so cold and ask you please don't go And

And this is my last remainning filter on my last remaining words It's leaving the taste of something bitter on my tongue I'm leaving a letter full of

it's ok, tonight I'm going to sing with Elvis And we will sing a couple songs just for your ears so sing along and hey If I go down in the quicksand don

every song And let you know that you're the reason why I'm home Or I could quote a page of poetry To show you what you mean to me And we go falling somewhere

to make a sound, And everybody falls, and then sways as if to beats. Except for you and me. We've got promises to keep here on Lucky Street. So many

my hands and knees For three full days Draggin' along my big leather suitcase And my garment bag And my tenor saxophone And my 12-pound bowlin' ball And my lucky, lucky