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Lyrics:
We found four leaf clovers in a field
where a house had surely stood
and crawfish in a city park where
we never thought we would.
And the clovers must be luck
and the crawfish gave us hope.
I wish that I had listened to my friends when they had spoke.
It wasn’t luck,
it was pesticides,
and polluted crawfish surely die,
and I still see you lying
on my kitchen floor sometimes,
out of the corner of my eye,
where my sleep demons lie awake.
And I’ll try not to make the same mistakes.
Your lips were turning blue
and our hearts were getting cold.
You said “If I can’t live, I’d rather die”
and that shit was getting old.
So I hope that you don’t mind
that I wrote you in this song,
cause the only thing I’ve sang about
is you since you’ve been gone.
It wasn’t luck,
it was pesticides,
and polluted crawfish surely die,
and I still see you lying
on my kitchen floor sometimes,
out of the corner of my eye,
where my sleep demons lie awake.
And I’ll try not to make the same mistakes.
For your sake, and mine,
I’ll stay away all of the time.
Not all that glitters bright is gold.
Gonna catch a cold in the emperor’s clothes.
It wasn’t luck,
it was pesticides,
and polluted crawfish surely die,
and I still see you lying
on my kitchen floor sometimes,
out of the corner of my eye,
where my sleep demons lie awake.
And I try not to make the same mistakes.
And I’ll try not to make the same mistakes.