The cardboard head I see Has found its way to me Its out and its out and its out Making me cry I sleep but I will not move I'm too scared to leave my room But I won't be defeated, oh no [Chorus:] What if cars don't go my way And its sure to spoil my day? But in voices loud and clear you say to me; "Its only superstition Its only your imagination Its only all the things that you fear And the things from which you can't escape" Keep clean for the thousandth time Stand still and wait in line Some numbers are better than others Oh no [Chorus] And its making me cry, and its making me cry And I'm slipping away, I'm slipping away Its only superstition, only your imagination And its only superstition, only superstition.
Written by: CHRISTOPHER ANTHONY JOHN MARTIN, GUY RUPERT BERRYMAN, JONATHAN MARK BUCKLAND, WILLIAM CHAMPION
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