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The awkwardness of life
The strangest star of all
Fortune teller show me
My past and future cards

Do you know where I came from?
Do you know where I’m going?

Scrying through my afterlife
Questions and puzzles on the glass
Your eyes searching through the fog
The distance of reality on the palm

It sucks up all your dreams
Leaves you stranded without hymns
Time vaguely leaks away
Leafs sway through the night and day

Do you know where I came from?
Do you know where I’m going?

Fortune reader does the divine know
What about all my dreams on the crystal ball
Least, the visions do not hold
Let the rooster peck the grains of hope