New Wave Lyrics - 1993

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Who cares about
Your mystic lies
Is it a claim to some reality
I found myself barefoot
On stones
I don

I don


So how can it be pre-arranged
When there
I found myself barefoot
On stone
I don
It wasn

Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Don

I know it
Visionary can be so vain
To think that somewhere
There
I know it
It seem mundane
It makes it all seem
So mundane

Good fortune smile
On my ascendant star
Take head, small talk
Don