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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

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

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

Flame keep on burning, wheel ever turning

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

These things etc

It’s in the luck of the draw etc

Take me, shape me, hold me, love me

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