Taking everything as a sign of the divine Or of a purpose that youre never going to find In every second you can find a tragedy Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be. And youll have whats left Anyones guess is better than a quest for meaning or enlightenment That never ends. Making promises changes honest men into shadows chasing lies When its all just a game of faking love to hold your place From side to side face to face Not getting by without a taste In every second you can find a tragedy Coincidence can be dismissed as meant to be. Something cold is grabbing for my chest And its not letting go And Ill never know If its the doubt or the faith or the love Or the hate or the fear that its all for show Something cold is grabbing for my chest
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