| Who needs a dream?
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| Who needs ambition?
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| Who’d be the fool
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| In my position?
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| Once I had dreams
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| Now they’re obsessions
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| Hopes became needs
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| Lovers possessions
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| Then they move in Oh so discreetly
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| Slowly at first
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| Smiling too sweetly
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| I opened doors
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| They walked right through them
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| Called me their friend
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| I hardly knew them
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| Now I’m where I want to be and who I want to be and
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| doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven’t won at all
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| Running for my life and never looking back in case
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| there’s someone
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| right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew
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| I’d fall.
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| When the crazy wheel slows down
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| Where will I be? |
| Back where I started.
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| Don’t get me wrong
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| I’m not complaining
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| Times have been good
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| Fast, entertaining
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| But what’s the point
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| If I’m concealing
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| Not only love
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| All other feeling.
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| Now I’m where I want to be and who I want to be and
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| doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven’t won at all
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| Running for my life and never looking back in case
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| there’s someone
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| right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew
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| I’d fall
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| When the crazy wheel slows down
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| Where will I be? |
| Back where I started. |