Fevered dreams of broken things that may come true.
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She says that your magic charms, they won't save you.
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Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves.
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Chills down my spine yeah, when you curse me...Alright.
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Blackend skies and magpie cries, they surround you.
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But at times your blackend aura may seem blue.
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Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves.
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Chills down my spin yeah, when you curse me.
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If I've been fated, why not let me know?
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Why not kill me out right?
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I don't fucking care and I don't fucking know.
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Read it in my palms, read it in my tea leaves.
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Chills down my spine yeah, when you curse me.
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If I've been fated, why not let me know?
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why not just kill me out right?
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Walk Around Me
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| Riverboat Gamblers |
