F Em G Am F G A cardboard head I see Has found its way to me It’s old and it’s old and it’s old Making me cry I sleep but I will not move Too scared to leave my room But I won’t be defeated, oh no What if cards don’t go my way And it’s sure to spoil my day But in voices loud and clear F G F What if cards don’t go my way It’ll surely spoil my day F Em G You say to me “it’s only superstition It’s only your imagination It’s all of the things that you fear And the things from which you can’t explain” Keep clean for the thousand time Stand still and wait and line Some numbers are badder than others, oh no What if cards don’t go my way And it’s sure to spoil my day But in voices loud and clear But it’s making me cry And it’s making me cry And I’m slipping away And I’m slipping away
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