I want to direct your attention for an examination

Of what we mean by those words

"Free will"

What does it mean to have a free will?

I don't believe in free will

What do you take me for?

Because when it comes right down to it

We really have no choice at all

There goes my autonomy

'Cause you're around

And I am powerless now

Would you give it back to me?

Gimme the feeling that I'm in control?

I can't conceive of free will

When you hold all of the cards

I used to think

I have my own life

I would delude myself

That I was going my own sweet way

When it's all in the lap of the gods

And disasters seems predestined from the start

When all you believe in seems to fall apart

Remember more than there's a will, there's heart

When it's all in the lap of the gods

And you're afraid to get into your part

Just make believe that you can write the play

And pretty soon, it won't matter much anyway

When all you believe in seems to fall apart

Remember more than there's a will, there's heart

Ain't no such thing as a free will (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)

Maybe we're just all blowing in the wind (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)

Call it fate or a destiny (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)

I've come to terms with it getting the better of me (I didn't want to be the one to -)

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Chica-boom, chica-boom, chica-boom

Holding on to me

Holding on to you

We don't know how it's going to be

But we just keep holding

And getting into you

You're getting into me

And there is nothing we can do

But to fall right in

Falling into you

Falling into me

I could not foresee

Falling into

When it comes to you

It has been decided

I don't have a choice

But to fall right into you

You, you

When it's all in the lap of the gods

And you're afraid to get into your part

Just make believe that you can write the play, hey

And pretty soon, it won't matter much anyway

Ain't no such thing as a free will (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)

Maybe we're just all blowing in the wind (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)

Call it fate or a destiny (I didn't want to be the one to tell you)

I've come to terms with it getting the better of me (I didn't want to be the one to -)

Chica-boom, chica-boom, chica-boom

Chica-boom