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Twenty Twelve

Antonio Lulic

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I had everything planned out
I had it all designed
But fate can be a cruel girl
When she isn't on your side

I'd been living for the moment
As if the future? s not defined
It's like my plane's about to take off
Buy I might not make the flight

Does your fate get carved upon
Your palm upon the day that you get born?
Is it spelled out in the stars
Is it beating in your blood?
Do they print it in the papers
And then they leave it in your will?
It's written on the land here
Under the illusion of free will?

Oh oh oh

Is this what I'm meant to be?
Have all my efforts here been wasted?
Is this my destiny?

I've been going it alone now
So long it's left me blind
It's like she left me at the altar
But she never said goodbye

Because I thought I'd see some signal
Before I reached the end of the line
It's like my train just left the station
Leaving all my shit behind

Does your fate get carved upon
Your palm upon the day that you get born?
Is it spelled out in the stars
Is it beating in your blood?
Do they print it in the papers
And then they leave it in your will?
It's written on the land here
Under the illusion of free will?

Oh oh oh

Is this what I'm meant to be?
Have all my efforts here been wasted?
Is this my destiny?

Don't tell me it's just coincidence
When I can hear the real world rhyme
Serendipity's just reality whispering
That you got the words right
When I could spend every godsent moment
Trying to change the track
And then a black cat could cross my path
Then a black cat could cross my path
A black cat could cross my path
And send me back

Oh oh oh

Is this what I'm meant to be?
Have all my efforts here been wasted?
Are all my dreams just history?

Oh oh oh

Is this what I'm meant to be?
Have all my efforts here been wasted?
Is this my destiny?

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