It's not written in the stars A fortune teller told me that our signs don't match Our future is bizarre If we stay together, I guess we'll die in a plane crash Or something similar Something hard Something similar Something dark Crystal balls and tarot cards Stormy, stormy weather is what they foresee for you and me End this love with "kind regards" It's their warning, it's their plea Like it was easy Like it was smart Like we could simply grow apart Well, I have to laugh… I have to laugh Black humour is my favourite colour Well, I have to laugh… I have to laugh I'll stay with you just for the hell of it
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