Up On the 13th Floor

Oh, that crack in the glass
I have come to despise
As I've been hiding away
From its prying eyes
And, now, with seven years gone
I no longer fear
The world and what's beyond
All that I hold dear
But, maybe if I knock on wood
And rub my lucky rabbit's foot
And I never break the chain
That bad luck won't get me again
Call me your superstitious friend
I guess we'll find out in the end
Home up on the thirteenth floor
Behind those locks upon the door
I've burned my incense and sage
Rung bells and prayed for better days
But, maybe if I knock on wood
And rub my lucky rabbit's foot
And I never break the chain
That bad luck won't get me again
Call me your superstitious friend
I guess we'll find out in the end
Oh, that crack in the glass
I have come to despise
As I hide away
From its prying eyes



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Writer(s): Winchester 7
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