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(May 18/06) Because I'm not superstitious... AW HELL WHO AM I KIDDING.
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RED DOORS
the darkness creeps in, anyway
HORSESHOES
the darkness seeps in, anyway
SEVEN LEAVES
man with a scythe stands over your bed
RABBIT'S FOOT
man with a scything has come for your head
SALT OVER THE SHOULDER
you still spilled the shaker
TAIL UP PENNY
you'll still meet your maker
RED DOORS
the darkness creeps in, anyway
HORSESHOES
the darkness seeps in, anyway
SEVEN LEAVES
man with a scythe stands over your bed
RABBIT'S FOOT
man with a scything has come for your head
SALT OVER THE SHOULDER
you still spilled the shaker
TAIL UP PENNY
you'll still meet your maker
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