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