Lucky me
Ours is the kind of story They’d call too good to be true, A little magic wrapped in laughter, And somehow it’s me and you. From yesterday into forever, We’ve already claimed our throne, And if tomorrow tries to test us, We’ll just say it’s ours alone. So when the world feels heavy, Come closer let it be, Your man, your little amber flame, Still hopelessly yours… and lucky me.
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