| Jeer at him moving in slow-mo surrounded
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| By a spirit-entourage so odd-inviting sneer
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| You ride the spinning wheel that’s getting faster
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| Outside they saw the passing centuries
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| Round and round merry go round
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| Round and round you go
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| Scream and shout — laugh aloud
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| It’s so out of vogue
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| To lead a way outside the catalogue
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| You’re in vogue and don’t understand
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| It’s so out of vogue to contradict
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| Your transient mistress of the world
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| How does it feel in your cage
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| Trapped in vogue
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| So don’t you miss a thing in your carrousel
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| You feel so proud behind the steering wheel
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| The mind you sold waves at you from outside
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| And you feel happy as you kneel
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| Lady dark crack the whip — 300 pounds of lust
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| One shall get what you need.
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| It’s so out of vogue
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| How do you do inside the catalogue?
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| You’re in vogue and don’t miss a thing
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| It’s so out of vogue to contradict
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| Your transient mistress of the world
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| How does it feel in your cage
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| Trapped in vogue |