Who can say where the path will go?Philosophers guess but they just don't knowMaybe that's why we had our heads in the cloudsThought we had it all figured outPlanning to fly away to escape everything on the groundLike a plane up in space,we're slowly drifting awayEvery plan that we madeand dream that we chased are just memories nowJust memories now,who can say where the path will go
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