Everyday by Roberto Capuano

Everyday is the same
Nothing changes
Who's the chosen fool
And the fallen?

I'm betting my life
That it all rewinds, and erases
Do I have the right
To receive God, eternal graces?

I know, I may sound disturbed
I know...
But I have this feeling that
None of this matters
I know, I may sound disturbed
I know...
But I keep on thinking that
Accidents happen

Prophecies that show
Life's worth living
The tragedies we know
Unforgiving
How long must I wait
To be happy?

Is it fate or faith
That will save me?
I'm betting my life
That it all rewinds, and erases
Do I have the right
To receive God, eternal graces?

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