| Thirteen like a hex in the winter night
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| Black clouds on me
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| Fifty two hard scales on a serpent’s back
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| Goddamn them all!
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| Bad vibes thrown around like a hurricane
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| To break down the skeptic in my head
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| And I thought I was the last one believing in this
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| Superstition or alchemy
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| Thirty three in the thirteenth year
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| Superstition or alchemy
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| Arsenic in the year of the snake
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| Thirteen like a hex in the summer sky
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| Black clouds on you
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| Twelve long sharp teeth in a serpent’s mouth
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| Goddamn them all!
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| Bad luck chained to you like a prison weight
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| To break down the skeptic in my head
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| And I thought I was the last one believing in this
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| Superstition or alchemy
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| Thirty three in the thirteenth year
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| Superstition or alchemy
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| Arsenic in the year of the snake
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| Superstition or alchemy
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| Rhetoric, perfectly clear
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| Superstition making sense to me
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| Too many friends died this year!
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| Whatever you believe in
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| Three hundred and sixty five days
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| It was never ending
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| For you, for me
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| And I’m normally the positive one
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| Three hundred and sixty five days
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| It was never ending
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| Thirteen, thirteen
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| Superstition or alchemy
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| Arsenic in the year of the snake
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| Superstition making sense to me
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| Too many friends died this year! |