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My mama covers the mirror when it rains
She'll lay that brick in front of the door just in case.
You call it superstitions
I call it traditions
You call it lucky
I call it blessings.
On game day
My brother wears his saints shoes
Must be a frank thing
'cause when I wear 'em, shit, they lose
My baby don't go nowhere without his carolina blues
He's a mama's boy, she's a tarheel fan too.
You call it superstitions
I call it traditions
You call it lucky
I call it blessings.
You call it lucky
Call it blessings.
It's just traditions.
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