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A cardboard inner-city Has found its way to me It's out, and it's out, and it's out Making me cry I think that I will not move I'm 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 But in voices loud and clear You say to me it's only superstition It's only your imagination It's only your other things that you feel And the things from which you can't escape Keep clean for the thousandth time Stand still and wait in line So nobody's better than others, oh no What if cards don't go my way? Then it's sure to spoil my day But in voices loud and clear You say to me it's only superstition It's only your imagination It's only your other things that you feel And the things from which you can't explain And it's making me cry And it's making me cry And I'm slipping away, love I'm slipping away It's only superstition Only your imagination It's only superstition Only superstition
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