| Ready to roll downhill again in this funny wheel
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| And get submerged in this idyllic game where there’s no need to think
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| No strategic plays, just follow their rhythm
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| Let yourself get lost in others' dreams
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| Proud of our consciousness, a treasure inside that they cannot destroy
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| Our minds being poisoned, injected by lies, human cores violated
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| A realm where our hands are tied
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| But our minds still stay free
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| Don’t believe what we are shown
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| We are under control
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| Ready to let your creed be settled, well organized
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| The guarantee of the correct life pattern that everyone should live
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| A superficial radiance, a shallow success
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| Carton puppets hang by golden threads |