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Walking Under Ladders


Walking Under Ladders

You’re luckier than some
But you’ve lost your charm
And that’s all that was keeping you sane
And under the gun
You pulled the alarm
To stay ahead of the game

So stop hiding from the black cats
They’ll track you down some day
And start walking under ladders
Because karma makes you pay

You’re luckier than some
That horseshoe kept close to heart
And you’re running away, almost too fast
You’re having no fun
So go back to the start
And stop running from your past

So lose that rabbit’s foot
And four-leafed weed
Start walking under ladders
Stop making yourself bleed

 

 

 
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