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Round and round and round and round and round we go |
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Trying so hard to get a hold of everyone here |
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We've got to show how much we love them all |
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We squeak with idiot fake surprise |
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Flap our hands and flutter our eyes |
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And lap up all their stupid lies |
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Yeah we've got to love them all |
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And I really don't know why we do it like this |
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Imitation smiles and how it's wonderful to be here |
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I'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll miss |
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So round and round and round and round and round we go |
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Hanging on every shape they throw |
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It's strange the way we can't say no |
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Until we love them all |
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So we laugh at every stupid joke |
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And smoke and choke and point and poke |
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And gag on countless lines |
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How much we love them all! |
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And I really don't know why we do it like this |
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Imitation smiles and how it's wonderful to be here |
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I'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll miss |
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Maybe it's the sex with the drugs and the fools |
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Or maybe it's the promise of belief? |
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Maybe it's the pleasure and the pain of the cruel |
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Or maybe it's the promise of relief? |
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And I know that we've said it so many times before |
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Once more and never again |
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But however many times that we've said it before |
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Once more is never the end |
