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Lucky Penny
03:12
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Bowed my head to say a prayer, saw a penny sitting there
Bent right over to pick it up, all day long I had good luck
I don't need to burn some sage
No self help book or rabbits foot
No zodiac could predict today
The stars aligned and I'm doing okay
Hey hey! Hey hey! Whoa whoa
Held two dice in the palm of my hand, took a breath let my chest expand
Let it out and let the dice fall, two snake eyes stare up from the floor
I don't need to burn some sage
No self help book or rabbits foot
No zodiac could predict today
The stars aligned and I'm doing okay
Hey hey! Hey hey! Whoa whoa
I'm not gonna wait for the chips to fall, I'm not gonna wait no more
I'm not gonna wait for the chips to fall, I'm not gonna wait no more
I don't need to burn some sage
No self help book or rabbits foot
No zodiac could predict today
The stars aligned and I'm doing okay
Hey hey! Hey hey! Whoa whoa
I'm not gonna wait for the chips to fall, I'm not gonna wait no more
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Two Weeks
03:37
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Baby, I don't care what you do or say
Baby, I don't care what you do with your day
In two weeks time I will be free from my hole
When that day comes babe, we'll feel it in our souls
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
You know it to be true
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Things will be brand new
And I'll come home
I pace my room a couple hours a day
I stare outside through the windowpane
In two weeks time I will be free from my hole
When that day comes babe, we'll feel it in our souls
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
You know it to be true
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Things will be brand new
And I'll come home
I don't care at all what you do or say
Until my time runs out, this is the only way
When I see you I will hold you in my arms
Spin you round and round and dance among the stars
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
You know it to be true
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Things will be brand new
And I'll come home
I'll come home
In two weeks time I will be free from my hole
When that day comes babe, we'll feel it in our souls
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
You know it to be true
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Things will be brand new
And I'll come home
I'll come home
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Ides of March
03:20
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Spring has come but nothing's changed
The snow has melted but there's nothing new
Have I grown? I feel the same
A year gone by and I'm still the same
Hey
Hey hey! (Hey hey!)
Don't know where I am
Don't know what's going on (Hey hey!)
Lost my life about a year ago to the day
All I do is lie to myself
I keep telling me it'll be okay
Normal left without a kiss
I've loved and lost but never like this
Hey hey! (Hey hey!)
Don't know where I am
Don't know what's going on (Hey hey!)
Lost my life about a year ago to the day
Hey hey! (Hey hey!)
Don't know where I am
Don't know what's going on (Hey hey!)
Lost my life about a year ago to the day
To the very day
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Whatchya doing here? This is drinking time
You're gonna kill the vibe
Distract everyone
No one wants to hear you talk, no one wants to hear you cry
Whatchya doing up here in my house killing all my vibes
Get out now
Ooo whoa whoa
Please be self aware
No one wants you here
No no no
No no
Take a look around
This is all your fault
Why don't you go home? Kick yourself back out
Baby baby please, I don't want you to stay around
Why don't you go home? Leave it all uptown
Yow! Alright
Ooo whoa whoa
Please be self aware
No one wants you here
No no no
No no
Yeah, so I was finishing up this song
And I was videotaping my computer screen
So I can send the video to Sarah
And show here what I've been working on
And I've got my iMessage linked to my computer
And I get the notification at the top of my screen
That she texted me
ENTITLED MISERABLE WHINY WHITE MEN
In all caps
She was mad about something
And it came up on the video and made me laugh
So I said hey that's it
That's the name of the song
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Lee Cleaveland Detroit, Michigan
A one armed guitar player and his rag tag group of musicians.
@lee_cleaveland
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