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 stones
I don't think it was destiny
It wasn't in the stars that day
Good fortune, smile
On my ascendant star
Take heed, small talk
Don't trust the stars
I know that it's insufferable
Visionary can be so vain
To think that somewhere
There's a path for you
I know it makes it seem mundane
It makes it all seem so mundane
Good fortune, smile
On my ascendant star
Take heed, small talk
Don't trust the stars

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