Cross your fingers
Knock on wood
I'm living proof
neither does any good
I've found plenty of pennies
Picked some up
Where the hell
is my good luck?
And those Birthday wishes
I made at two?
Well, not a single one
of them came true
Sep 1, 2021
Sep 1, 2021 at 12:28 PM UTC
Cross your fingers
Knock on wood
I'm living proof
neither does any good
I've found plenty of pennies
Picked some up
Where the hell
is my good luck?
And those Birthday wishes
I made at two?
Well, not a single one
of them came true
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