superstition
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Love is a beautiful mix Of fate and chancetwo bodies along a planemost probably skew linesbut given some grand lucka single wish upon 11:11:11we intersected at a pointforetold among our stars
If you asked me my true desire
My tongue would retract and my words would expire
Because when it comes to me and wishes
I won’t deny I’m superstitious
See I'm afraid that what you ask for you'll get
On the 13th floor,
picked up a penny
heads up--risked a full moon,
spilled salt over my shoulder
and hit a black cat full in the face--
space and time
were unaffected, but six hundred
I see the lights.
Oh, God bless those souls.
They're flashing bright and coming quick.
is the driver frantic or calm?
Rushing to save someone's life or just driving to collect?
You don’t know what I’m talking about
You don’t know what I want
You don’t have the ability to read my mind
