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All The Luck In The World
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We've grown too quickly
With open flaws and lack of grief
You have broken into me
You are the best kind of thief
The less we know,
The more we seek
In these halls I take you in
The morning mint and your summer skin
I can read the books under your arms
In your eyes,
Sleepless we wait to arrive
Only to leave
We're the undeveloped film
In tourists clothes
We're the keepsakes and souvenirs
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Resting beneath the folds
These forgotten reminders
Are emblematic of everything
That we are and we will be
Or of 'almosts' and 'could have beens'
We just caught the tail end of a last call
You made it better for a short time
Standing in a long line
We've grown too quickly
With open flaws and lack of grief
The less we know the more we seek
Our lines uncrossed are the quiet crimes
Of the richest thieves
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