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Thirteen like a hex in a winter night
Black clouds on me
Fifty two hard scales on a serpent's back
God damn them all
Bad vibes thrown around like a hurricane
To break down the skeptic in my head
And I thought I was the last one believing in this

Superstition or alchemy
Thirty three in the thirteenth year
Superstition or alchemy
Arsenic in the year of the snake

Thirteen like a hex in the summer sky
Black clouds on you
Twelve long sharp teeth in a serpent's mouth
God damn them all
Bad luck chained to you like a prison weight
To break down the skeptic in my head
And I thought I was the last one believing in this

Superstition or alchemy
Thirty three in the thirteenth year
Superstition or alchemy
Arsenic in the year of the snake
Superstition or alchemy
Rhetoric perfectly clear
Superstition making sense to me
Too many friends died this year

Whatever you believe in
Three hundred and sixty five days
It was neverending
For you, for me
And I'm normally the positive one
Three hundred and sixty five days
It was neverending
Thirteen, thirteen

Superstition or alchemy
Arsenic in the year of the snake
Superstition making sense to me
Too many friends died this year

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