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Everyone is born to die
No regrets with a single lie

Fortune tellers everywhere
Vague truths, be aware

Who's to know what the future holds
Which man has a full house and which man folds

Don't ask how I know or why,
It's easy as a magic trick.
You're born to die,
With or without a walking stick

Glitter turns to ashes
Memories turn to dust
Cuts turn into slashes
Therapy becomes a must

You used to be that awkward girl,
Always quiet during class.
Now you're rich and pretty as a pearl,
Looking at a half full glass

Who'd have thought we'd meet again
All because of what your horoscope said
You came to my work that day in vain
Not expecting to hear the reality you dread

I became a fortune teller
Calming down the impatient soul
Although my prediction is not a best seller
My painful words take their toll

The woman sat down and gave me her palm
At that point in time she was secure and calm

But I said "You're born to die, thanks, that's all"
And with this revelation the ignorant lady began to bawl