| There are those who think
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| That life has nothing left to chance
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| A host of holy horrors
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| To direct our aimless dance
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| A planet of playthings
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| We dance on the strings
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| Of powers we cannot perceive
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| The stars aren’t aligned
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| Or the gods are maligned
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| Blame is better to give than receive
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| You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
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| If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
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| You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
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| I will choose a path that’s clear, I will choose freewill
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| There are those who think
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| That they were dealt a losing hand
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| The cards were stacked against them
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| They weren’t born in Lotus Land
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| All preordained
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| A prisoner in chains
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| A victim of venomous fate
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| Kicked in the face
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| You can pray for a place
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| In heaven’s unearthly estate
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| You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
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| If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
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| You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
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| I will choose a path that’s clear, I will choose freewill
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| Each of us, a cell of awareness
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| Imperfect and incomplete
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| Genetic blends
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| With uncertain ends
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| On a fortune hunt that’s far too fleet
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| You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice
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| If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice
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| You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill
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| I will choose a path that’s clear, I will choose freewill |