Don't get me wrong, you can be wonderful sometimes
But then you're cold, and I'm left wondering why...
You were my four leaf clover, my pure white dove
You were my lightning strike, my knock on wood
My hope, my faith, my luck, my love
You were my shooting star that lit up my sky
Then you broke the mirror and my heart died
No hope, no faith, no luck, no love
Just ordinary now...
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