Free Will

I want to direct your attention for an examination
Of what we mean by those words
"Free will"
What does it mean to have a free will?

I don't believe in free will
What do you take me for?
Because when it comes right down to it
We really have no choice at all

There goes my autonomy
'Cause you're around
And I am powerless now
Would you give it back to me?
Gimme the feeling that I'm in control?
I can't conceive of free will
When you hold all of the cards

I used to think
I have my own life
I would delude myself
That I was going my own sweet way

When it's all in the lap of the gods
And disasters seems predestined from the start
When all you believe in seems to fall apart
Remember more than there's a will, there's heart
When it's all in the lap of the gods
And you're afraid to get into your part
Just make believe that you can write the play
And pretty soon, it won't matter much anyway
When all you believe in seems to fall apart
Remember more than there's a will, there's heart

Ain't no such thing as a free will (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)
Maybe we're just all blowing in the wind (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)
Call it fate or a destiny (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)
I've come to terms with it getting the better of me (I didn't want to be the one to -)

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Holding on to me
Holding on to you
We don't know how it's going to be
But we just keep holding
And getting into you
You're getting into me
And there is nothing we can do
But to fall right in

Falling into you
Falling into me
I could not foresee
Falling into
When it comes to you
It has been decided
I don't have a choice
But to fall right into you
You, you

When it's all in the lap of the gods
And you're afraid to get into your part
Just make believe that you can write the play, hey
And pretty soon, it won't matter much anyway

Ain't no such thing as a free will (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)
Maybe we're just all blowing in the wind (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)
Call it fate or a destiny (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)
I've come to terms with it getting the better of me (I didn't want to be the one to -)

Chica-boom, chica-boom, chica-boom
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