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He got lucky, got lucky one time
Hitting with the girl in room 509
She turned her back on him, facing the frame
Said, "Listen Joe, don't you come here again"
White sun scattered all over the sea
He could think of nothing but her name, Elise
God, is the sweat on down his back?
The water soaked her blonde hair black
It's a perfect day
A perfect day, Elise
He got burned by the sun (he's a lucky man)
His face so pale and his hands so worn (and the sky)
Let himself in room 509 (as she turned away)
Said a prayer, pulled the trigger and cried (tell me why)
It's a perfect day
A perfect day, Elise
Ah oh, it's a perfect day
A perfect day, Elise
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