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What are the chances of finding the answers,

On the page of a book you dropped in the street?

‘Cause mistakes they happen, we’re waiting for someone,

A long the way by the people you meet.

Pondering the irony — a game of chance and mass destruction

Pondering the irony — reverse became a form

Pondering the irony — of life and death and twisted passions

Pondering the irony — of famous words said absently

Forgetting the thought you had, the tip of your tongue,

‘Giving the option to, when there wasn’t one.

Questioning reason with your worst enemy,

‘Said what you felt inside, not what your ‘sposed to say.

What are the chances of finding the answers,

On the page of a book you dropped in the street?

‘Cause mistakes they happen, we’re waiting for someone,

Along the way by the people you meet.

Pondering the irony — a game of chance and mass destruction

Pondering the irony — reverse became a form

Pondering the irony — of life and death and twisted passions

Pondering the irony — of famous words said absently

Forgetting the thought you had, the tip of your tongue,

‘Giving the option to, when there wasn’t one.

Questioning reason with your worst enemy,

‘Said what you felt inside, not what your ‘sposed to say

I’m thinking of something that may not of happened,

A part from the fate of our destiny!

Wearable insults, mistaken identity, offending people you meet on the way.

Talking our politics, speaking your poetry, one man’s word is another man’s

treachery?

Thinking opinions, speaking your poetry, your seeking some things apart from

your destiny.

You’re thinking opinions, speaking your poetry, your seeking something apart

from destiny.

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