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I hold the future in my fingertipsMy destination races across her lipsIt's no surprise, it's just what it predictsMy fate is sealed shut by the dice it picksSo I shook my magic eightball (woah oh oh)And I posed an inquiry (inquiry)And my future began to surface (woah oh oh)Outlook not so good, most likely not, my sources say noIt is without a doubt hard to figure out this magic ballWhat gives it it's mojo powers, and makes it so mysticalIs it the faith of over a million kids who find it believable?Or is it a bunch of four-sided dice trapped in a black plastic ball?
I hold the future in my fingertipsMy destination races across her lipsIt's no surprise, it's just what it predictsMy fate is sealed shut by the dice it picksSo I shook my magic eightball (woah oh oh)And I posed an inquiry (inquiry)And my future began to surface (woah oh oh)Outlook not so good, most likely not, my sources say noIt is without a doubt hard to figure out this magic ballWhat gives it it's mojo powers, and makes it so mysticalIs it the faith of over a million kids who find it believable?Or is it a bunch of four-sided dice trapped in a black plastic ball?