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It's too good.
It's too right. So something must be wrong.
It's a bubble that's gonna break says Murphy's Law
I need you. I want you. Been alone too long.
If it might miss. It's gonna miss. That's Murphy's Law.
And the perfect fit just rubs my worry stone.
But if it works don't fix it. Ya leave it alone.
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'Cause you're the only luck I need. You make it go.
You're the only luck I need to make Murphy pass my door.
We put something on baby didn't we, didn't we, didn't we, didn't we.
It's so sweet,
I repeat, that something must be wrong.
If it might not, then we must stop and talk about it.
It's a work of fiction they call it a law.
But the contradiction is we fooled 'em all
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You're the only luck I need . . . . . . You're the only luck I need
You make Murphy tell and show
You're the only luck I need . . . . . . You're the only luck I need
To make old Murphy pass my door
If it works don't fix it the winner takes all
You know it's the Murphy fiction that's due for a fall.
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High Crime by Al Jarreau.
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