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| "By definition exercising conscience means that one is willfully choosing through free will for themselves right action over wrong action. The concept of following orders is completely polar opposite to the concept of exercising conscience."~Passio |
Written in the Stars
I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then?
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved, so long ago, so well
Simple really, isn't it, a word or two and then?
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me or speak of me or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved, so long ago, so well
Never wonder what I'll feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for, just a stretch of mortal time?
Is this God's experiment in which we had no say?
In which we're given paradise but only for a day?
Is that all that we are good for, just a stretch of mortal time?
Is this God's experiment in which we had no say?
In which we're given paradise but only for a day?
Nothing can be altered, oh, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, nor any place to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned
No escape, no change of heart, nor any place to hide
You are all I'll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in love and have that love returned
Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for, just a stretch of mortal time?
Is this God's experiment in which we had no say?
In which we're given paradise but only for a day?
Is that all that we are good for, just a stretch of mortal time?
Is this God's experiment in which we had no say?
In which we're given paradise but only for a day?
(Is it written in the stars, are we paying for some crime?)
(Is that all that we are good for, just a stretch of mortal time?)
Is this God's experiment in which we have no say?
In which we're given paradise but only for a day?
(Is that all that we are good for, just a stretch of mortal time?)
Is this God's experiment in which we have no say?
In which we're given paradise but only for a day?
Songwriters
ELTON JOHN, TIM RICE
ELTON JOHN, TIM RICE
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