| Lyrics |
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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