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Love is a beautiful mix Of fate and chancetwo bodies along a planemost probably skew linesbut given some grand lucka single wish upon 11:11:11we intersected at a pointforetold among our stars
If you asked me my true desire My tongue would retract and my words would expire Because when it comes to me and wishes I won’t deny I’m superstitious   See I'm afraid that what you ask for you'll get
On the 13th floor, picked up a penny heads up--risked a full moon, spilled salt over my shoulder and hit a black cat full in the face-- space and time were unaffected, but six hundred
I see the lights. Oh, God bless those souls. They're flashing bright and coming quick. is the driver frantic or calm? Rushing to save someone's life or just driving to collect?
You don’t know what I’m talking about You don’t know what I want You don’t have the ability to read my mind
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