| Talking; |
| one way is an interrogation, Make it two ways,
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| You’ve got a conversation But three ways makes for a
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| Controntahon Ain’t that rich? |
| Because the odd number
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| Makes for separation And separation leads to
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| Fragmentation And before too long you’re back to the
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| First situation, Ain’t that a bitch? |
| It’s spinning me round
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| And round It’s like losing your way in a crowd, Losing
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| Your way. |
| .. losing your way.
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| I feel we’re moving in circles,
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| Ot which we have no undersv nding.
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| Weaving spirals but leaving no trace.
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| I can’t get used to the strange eerie feeling
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| Ot moving in circles
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| I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
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| Changing; |
| one way is by revolution
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| When it seems the only to way to change the constitution
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| It takes too long for natural evolution
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| Ain’t that rich?
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| (Before too long there’s retribution, it’s all part of the institution).
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| But it seems like a case of plain substitution,
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| When self-delusion leads to persecution
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| And before too long you’re back to the first solution
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| Ain’t that a bitch?
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| It’s spinning me round and round
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| It’s like losing your way in a crowd
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| Losing your way. |
| .. losing your way.
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| I feel we’re moving in circles
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| Ot which we have no understanding
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| Weaving spirals but leaving no trace.
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| I can’t get used to the strange eerie feeling
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| Of moving in circles.
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| I can’t wipe the smile off my face. |