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The Luckiest Man Alive
The luckiest man alive has a full head of hair, a woman to think fondly of, and one who needs repair

The luckiest man alive, he grinds his teeth at night. His heart's been broken once or twice and burned and dipped in ice, oh

The luckiest man alive knows not why it's him who dreams some days of hidden lakes and forgetting how to swim

The luckiest man alive, he remembers her just well, how she wound her arms around him but he can't recall her smell, oh

The luckiest man alive, he decided not to smoke, but you can find him drinking wine and jumbling up his jokes, oh

The luckiest man alive, you could catch him by his smile. He knows he is fortunate to be a man pleased for a while

The luckiest man alive, he cries and also sings. He's not mad but rather glad he knows a goddamned thing, oh

The luckiest man alive grew old and had a child and the luckiest man and boy to live both cried and they both smiled