Fortune Cookies

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    We stood in the kitchen looking for the answers
    A bag of fortune cookies sitting on the counter
    We thought: Fuck it, why not? I guess it's worth a shot
    'Cause we were both pondering a lot
    There are big changes ahead, but they will be good ones
    Mine said: You should go explore, and take a vacation
    So fuck it, why not? I guess it's worth a shot
    That's the closest to a sign I ever got
    That's the closest to a sign I ever got

    There's no guru
    There's no fast lane
    Happiness, a working man's game
    You got no one but you to blame

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    If I could give myself a few pieces of advice
    To a younger version of me coming from the same life
    What would I begin to write?
    What would I began to write?

    First, don't fuck up your life
    Split-second decision ain't worth the price
    And no one wants to deal with the stress of making right
    It's easier to walk away than roll the dice
    Sometimes the safe bet's to think twice
    How many times I gotta give the same advice?

    There's no guru
    There's no fast lane
    Happiness, a working man's game
    You got no one but you to blame

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