I have no time for 7 years of bad luck,
because my broken mirrors create new perspectives.
I have no time to knock on wood,
because I have too many doors to knock down full of stereotypes and supersition
I have no time to figure out what color cat crossed the road,
life is more then just black and white to me
I have no time to count which Friday lands on the 13th day
I'm too busy planning my saturday
so go ahead wish me good luck
give me a stage to say Macbeth on
spill the salt because it not good to keep things bottled up
I sleep on all sides of the bed and my dreams are unlimited
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