| It’s like life imitating life,
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| Constantly repeating history until it’s blind
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| It’s like time only speaks in rhymes
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| Repeating repetition til you’re lost inside your mind
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| Was I a terminal distraction?
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| Or just a chemical reaction?
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| Or is it chance or is it fate?
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| Was I just standing in your way?
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| I find it hard to understand
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| How you love this ordinary man
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| And so extraordinarily
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| Maybe it’s all unraveling according to plan
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| It’s like life imitating life
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| Constantly revolving round the tips of sharpened knives
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| It’s like time draws a crooked line
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| Repeating shapes and patterns til it just can’t be defined
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| Is it a critical invention?
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| Or just fulfilling it’s intention?
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| Or is it chance or is it fate?
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| Or are we simply meant to wait?
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| I find it hard to understand
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| Yeah that it’s all left up to chance
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| And so arbitrarily
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| But if she sees something in me
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| It must be life imitating life
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| Manipulating varying degrees of wrong and right
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| I guess it might just possibly
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| May be all unraveling according to plan |