I hold the future in my fingertips
My destination races across her lips
It’s no surprise it's just what it predicts
My fate is sealed shut by the dice it picks!

So I shake my magic eightball
and I posed an inquiry
and my future began to surface:
"Outlook not so good", "most likely not", "my sources say no"

It is, without a doubt, hard to figure out this magic ball
What gives it its mojo powers, and makes it so mystical?
Is 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?

So I shake my magic eightball
and I posed an inquiry
and my future began to surface:
"Outlook not so good", "most likely not", "my sources say no"

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