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The clocks of the world are evil in their design
Our days of wine and song never came
And calendars map the places we've never been
So call us the unlucky ones
We walk under ladders as a matter of course
Jump on every crack we can find
Thirteen a day if we get half a chance
So call us the unlucky ones
Come out and dance awhile
Out in the black cat infested night
We dance on ledges and spires
With losers and liars
We don't have a thing to fear
So say a prayer for us when you go to bed
The unlucky ones
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