Only superstition

The copper 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,
I'm 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 you say to me
"It's only superstition.
It's only your imagination,
It's only all of the things that you fear and the things from which you can't escape."

Keep clean for the thousandth time
Stand still and wait and line.
Some numbers are better 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 you say to me
"It's only superstition.
It's only your imagination
It's only all of the things that you fear and the things which you cannot expect."

And it's making me cry, love, and it's making me cry
And I'm slipping away, love, and I'm slipping away

It's only superstition, only your imagination.
It's only superstition, only superstition.