A cardboard head, i see.
Has found it's way to me.
It's all, and it's all and it's all
Making me cry.
I sleep and i will not move.
Too scared to leave my room.
But i won't be defeated, oh no.
What if cards don't go my way?
Then it's sure to spoil my day.
Burning voices loud and clear,
You say to me it's only superstition.
It's only your imagination.
It's only your...
And the things that you fear,
And the things that you cannot explain.
Keep clean for the thousandth time.
Stand still and wait in line.
Some numbers are better than others, oh no.
What if cards don't go my way?
Then it's sure to spoil my day.
Burning voices loud and clear,
You say to me it's only superstition.
It's only your imagination,
It's only your...
And the things that you fear,
And the things, from which you can't escape.
It's making me cry, lord.
It's making me cry.
It's slipping away, lord.
Oh, it's slipping away.
It's only superstition, only your imagination.
It's only superstition, only superstition.
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