| The dim city light would serve as our guide
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| Like gypsies making off with the moonlight
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| It always seems to come right down to this
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| A heavy hitter swings, but seems to miss
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| You cant help hoping you’ll be the next one, and you’ll be winning
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| We’re tightly wound, going round and around
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| We’re tightly wound, going round and around
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| We may break on the way up or on the way down
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| We’re all going down, going down
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| So face the breaks and we’ll be better for it Like an executioner on death row
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| It always seems to come right down to this
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| A heavy hitter swings, but seems to miss
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| You cant help hoping you’ll be the next one, and you’ll be winning
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| We’re tightly wound, going round and around
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| We’re tightly wound, going round and around
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| We may break on the way up or on the way down
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| We’re all going down, going down
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| So don’t cling to desperation
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| Just use your imagination
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| Your thoughts are what get you everything
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| But don’t think you’ve got it coming
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| It always seems to come right down to this
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| A heavy hitter swings, but seems to miss
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| You cant help hoping you’ll be the next one, and you’ll be winning
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| We’re tightly wound, going round and around
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| We’re tightly wound, going round and around
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| We may break on the way up or on the way down
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| We’re all going down, going down |