The dice were loaded right from the start
what would they roll was destiny's game
would it be love or would they roll out hate
would they lead to bliss or bitterness was the fate
strange are the chances
and the people who play them up
strange are the ways of a love struck heart
you looked into his eyes and felt wanted
he looked into yours and felt he belonged
you both vowed to keep it beautiful
you both said each one is for keeps
you both played for it to last
connived, colluded for it to last
but strange are the ways the dice rolls
and people who go by it
strange are the ways of a love struck heart
you promised her the promised land
you promised her thick and thin
she held on to your words
like the life depends on them
she asked you to come good of them
but the times were not right
strange are the ways time passes
and people who let it pass
strange are the ways of a love struck heart
you promised him yourself
you promised him a sanctuary
close to your heart
you forgot they are still chains
even though of gold
you forgot what love is
and got lost in battle to tame
strange are the ways of wild beast
and people who try to tame
strange are the ways of a love struck heart
--
~asto' ma sat gamaya
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