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If I stay here and be
what fate wants
Could I climb that mountain
would it brew me luck
Or would I lock myself
in the same box it's in
until I break free of fate's fingers
feel freedom rush into me again

Dip your finger in the bottle
of liquid luck
Let it frame you with its power
let it fill you up
Let it whisper magic in your hair
let it spark fire in your eyes
And until you reach the finish line
feel the flame catch luck and rise

Lift these stars full of us
on the path we're still taking
Hope with this liquid luck
we're not crumbling, not breaking
And squeeze my hand harder
than fate's grip on my shoulder
Because beneath this starlight
we're ever growing older

Dip your finger in the bottle
of liquid luck
Let it frame you with its power
let it fill you up
Let it whisper magic in your hair
let it spark fire in your eyes
And until you reach the finish line
feel the flame catch luck and rise

A trio with a synchronized stride
in the middle of the city, late nights
And we know fate doesn't stand
a chance against this liquid light
We're back home in years
catching our chemistry easily
And of all the words in the world
the one we love the most is
we.

Of all the ways to brew
liquid luck
the best one is
we.

Dip your finger in the bottle
of liquid luck
Let it frame you with its power
let it fill you up
Let it whisper magic in your hair
let it spark fire in your eyes
And until you reach the finish line

feel the flame catch luck and rise