In fact, I am told that a lot

Now I know all the wrong turns the stumbles, And falls brought me here

And where was I before the day That I first saw your lovely face,

Now I see it every day

And I know

That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest

What if I had been born fifty years before you

In a house on the street Where you lived

Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike. Would I know?

And in a wide sea of eyes I see one pair that I recognize

And I know

That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest

I love you more then have

Ever found the way to say To you

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties and one day

Passed away in his sleep,

And his wife, she stayed for a couple of days, and passed away

I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you that I know we belong,

That I know

That I am, I am, I am, the luckiest

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