You dust the bottles on the bar counter
You’re writing screenplays on the side
Three nights a week can keep a girl working
Sometimes it’s good to lose your pride

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These things we do to keep the flame burning
And write our fire in the sky
Another day could see the wheel turning
Another avenue to try

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It’s in the luck of the draw, baby
The natural law
Forget those movies you saw, little baby
It’s in the luck of the draw
The natural law

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Flame keep on burning, wheel ever turning

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You turn around, you say it’s last orders
You fix the ribbon in your hair
Tomorrow’s letter by the hall doorway
Could be the answer to your prayer

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These things etc

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It’s in the luck of the draw etc

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Take me, shape me, hold me, love me

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Your day is coming
It’s coming
It’s coming

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