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Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson |
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There are those who think that life |
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Has nothing left to chance |
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With 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 malign" |
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Blame is better to give than receive |
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You can choose a ready guide |
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In some celestial voice |
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If you choose not to decide |
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You still have made a choice |
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You can choose from phantom fears |
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And kindness that can kill |
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I will choose a path that's clear |
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I will choose free will |
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There are those who think that they've been 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't pray for a place |
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In heaven's unearthly estate |
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Each of us |
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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 |
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That's far too fleet... |