DonÇ&Cent;&Copy; Trust The Stars - текст песни
DonÇ&Cent;&Copy; Trust The Stars
Who cares about
your mystic lies
Is it a claim to some reality
I found myself barefoot
on stones
I don磘 think
æ…–t was meant to be?
I don磘 think
æ…–t just had to be?
So how can it be pre-arranged
When there抯 no order anyway
I found myself barefoot
on stone
I don磘 think it was destiny
It wasn磘 in the stars that day
Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Don磘 trust the stars
I know it磗 insufferable
Visionary can be so vain
To think that somewhere
There磗 a path for you
I know it磗 make
it seem mundane
It makes it all seem
so mundane
Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Don磘 trust the stars
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