I don't get many things right the first time In fact, I am told that a lot Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls Brought me here
And where was I before the day That I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it everyday
And I know That I am I am I am The luckiest
What if I'd been born fifty years before you In a house on a street where you lived? Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize And I know
That I am I am I am The luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you
Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties And one day passed away in his sleep And his wife; she stayed for a couple of days And passed away
I'm sorry, I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong
That I know That I am I am I am The luckiest
The Luckiest by Ben Folds
Missing you!
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