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We can't all be right |
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We can't all be wrong |
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It's a long journey |
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We travel on |
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Gypsies of the night |
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Riders of the storm |
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Though it's heartbreaking |
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We must go on |
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Wrong place |
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Wrong face |
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Somewhere on the road |
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Keep playing |
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And saying |
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Welcome to the show |
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Those who laugh the first |
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Must cry later they say |
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As the stage curtain |
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Brings on the girls |
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And they surely do well |
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For the politicians who sell them |
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On tv today |
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Makes me uncertain |
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Of who runs the world |
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Wrong place |
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Wrong face |
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Somewhere on the road |
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Keep playing |
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And saying |
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Welcome to the show |
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My friends, all the trends that have gone |
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Are as one in the minds of today |
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With their eyes open they can't see the signs |
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And the moment belongs to the video songs |
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Leading nowhere at all |
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And the fools talking, the blind lead the blind |
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Wrong place |
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Wrong face |
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Somewhere on the road |
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Keep playing |
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And saying |
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Welcome to the show |
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We started something |
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Now we can't get away from it all |
