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Text: Kalan Porter. 219 Days. Lucky Day.

You're much too old to be fooling around
You're much too young to be settling down
You close the door without a sound
You need to get out of this town

You believe
There would be no end
When one door closed
Another opened

When the darkness cleared
And the sun came up
I looked at you
And the damage done
You made it through
You found your way
That was my lucky day

I found loneliness in company
Seduction a catastrophe
And you don't know who you want to be
But you need to get out of the city

You believe
There would be no end
When one door closed
Another opened

When the darkness cleared
And the sun came up
I looked at you
And the damage done
You made it through
You found your way
That was my lucky day


When the wind was wild
And stole your breath
And you thought that you had nothing left
You made it through
You found your way
That was my lucky day

You're much too tired
To be driving at night
You could loose yourself
In the pale streetlight
And the signs on this road
They just say right
They won't get you out of this

When the darkness cleared
And the sun came up
I looked at you
And the damage done
You made it through
You found your way
That was my lucky day

When the wind was wild
And stole your breath
And you thought that you had nothing left
You made it through
You found your way
That was my lucky day

That was my lucky day