would be the one planted on my grave.
Chances are all my prayers went through my ears
and never came out.
Chances are the rope that they are weaving will be the one they are
going to Lynch my words with.
Chances are those who wrote the book they did not publish it,
those who published it never read it...who is preaching???
Chances are me and you will never be one even if we are together
all the the time.
Chances are we will forget what we said to each other and choose
to remember that which was not said...
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