Number 16, you're an ill omen for me
I still refuse to be the best so you'll see
That I'm less if I let myself win
If I let myself win
Bat-winged harp, your alter's no match for me
I can amaze even you, sometimes myself too
'cause I'm lower than the fire 'neath my feet
The fire 'neath my feet
So why do I have to change?
I'm happy to stay the same
That's how the ghosts in my house know my fame
And I know everyone of them by name
Seven swords in the bedroom, I'm blinded anyway
Tell it to me once more, I've opened the door
And I'm flooded with the message to go
At least the cards say so
Number 16
Bat-winged harp
7 swords
Hope for the lovers
No, I'm not going to change
So long I've stayed the same
I know all the ghosts and their names
I guess I never knew any fame
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