LYRIC

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It seems it’s all up in the air
You’d wonder if I really care
It looks like it’s staying up there
Let’s keep it a private affair

But if you’re talking ’bout free will
There are no darlings left to kill,
What made us fall?
Allegedly
an apple-tree.

But don’t blame it all on the tree
The apple was part in the deed
And apples still need to be chewed
So the culprit we look for is you

But if you’re talking ’bout free will
There are no darlings left to kill,
And after all
It’s no real shame
to take the blame.

But after all we’re just the same
And play a part in the same game
The outcome of which
A stroke of fate
Will determinate

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