| We don’t live in a bubble
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| We are not too big to fail
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| No, you can’t be neutral when you stand upon a losing trail
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| Oh, I’m so distracted
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| I’d (?) house
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| But it’s getting ever harder
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| To overcome the centrifuge of us
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| Oh, carousel, carousel
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| I can never live too long
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| I can never live too long
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| Oh, my carousel, carousel
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| I can never be too wrong
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| I can never be too wrong
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| Oh, my carousel, carousel
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| I can never live too long
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| I can never live too long
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| So whatever must be
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| His opinion
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| And when I break the vicious circle
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| Will I ever change my mind
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| I pulled another tooth out
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| And offer it up for another life
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| 'Cause the well is running dry
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| And the colors is running out
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| When the benefits are gone
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| And all that we are left with is our doubt
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| Oh, carousel, carousel
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| I can always play the fool
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| I can always play the fool
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| Oh, my carousel, carousel
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| Nobody is born to rule
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| Nobody is born to rule
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| Oh, my carousel, carousel
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| I can never be too wrong
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| I can never be too wrong
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| Oh, my carousel, carousel
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| When it turn around, it’s gone
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| When it turn around, it’s gone
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| And the sum of my parts
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| When I reach God
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| 'Cause I’m the sum of my parts
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| When I reach God
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| When I (?)
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| When I take another spin
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| (?) still have it in my (?)
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| To begin |