Who cares about

Your mystic lies

Is it a claim to some reality

I found myself barefoot

On stones

I don´t think

‘it was meant to be?

I don´t think

‘it just had to be?



So how can it be pre-arranged

When there’s no order anyway

I found myself barefoot

On stone

I don´t think it was destiny

It wasn´t in the stars that day



Good fortune smile

On my ascendant star

Take head, small talk

Don´t trust the stars



I know it´s insufferable

Visionary can be so vain

To think that somewhere

There´s a path for you

I know it´s make

It seem mundane

It makes it all seem

So mundane



Good fortune smile

On my ascendant star

Take head, small talk

Don´t trust the stars


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