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guess that's fait
I see the paths of those who came before
The ones who rise vs the ones who fall
Everyone's got a master plan
From Mr myagi to daniel San
Like a bag on the breeze
Blowing free or tangled in trees
Out of our hands it seems to me
There's more to life there's got to be
In the end we just fade away
Never to see another day
I often question our whole existence
I sometimes stair into the distance
Guess we are just here to procreate
Then we die having served our fait
The ones who rise vs the ones who fall
Everyone's got a master plan
From Mr myagi to daniel San
Like a bag on the breeze
Blowing free or tangled in trees
Out of our hands it seems to me
There's more to life there's got to be
In the end we just fade away
Never to see another day
I often question our whole existence
I sometimes stair into the distance
Guess we are just here to procreate
Then we die having served our fait
Published 22nd Dec 2015
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