| 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 |