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Who cares about
your mystic lies
Is it a claim to some reality
I found myself barefoot
on stones
I don? think
?t was meant to be?
I don? think
?t just had to be?

So how can it be pre-arranged
When there? no order anyway
I found myself barefoot
on stone
I don? think it was destiny
It wasn? in the stars that day

Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Don? trust the stars

I know it? insufferable
Visionary can be so vain
To think that somewhere
There? a path for you
I know it? make
it seem mundane
It makes it all seem
so mundane

Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Don? trust the stars

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DONൠTRUST THE STARS
The Auteurs



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