| To give what I got, to take what I need to live, it ain’t easy for me
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| Darken my eyes, tell me lies, but all nice, tell me how I have to be
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| Get me in your foolish game, destroy my defence, lock me in
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| Throw me in your lion’s cage, 'cos then I’m out of your way
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| Cry with the wolves, run with the pack
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| Turn around to save your neck
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| 'Cos someone always keeps you in confusion
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| Squeezed in a box, who’ll win the race
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| Ask no questions in this case
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| What’s left is only you and your illusions
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| Charity is all your duty, they preach you: sharing your goods is your pride
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| Patriotic-Love, kill the enemy first, I can hear the other side
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| What’s the way out of this game? |
| You’ll either win or you lose
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| I run in circles, who’s to blame? |
| Is there a way I can choose?
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| Cry with the wolves, run with the pack
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| Turn around to save your neck
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| 'Cos someone always keeps you in confusion
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| Squeezed in a box, who’ll win the race
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| Ask no questions in this case
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| What’s left is only you and your illusions
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| I’m juggling on a rope without a net and hope
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| I keep my balance 'cos I see them smile with open jaws
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| And if I’m falling down, then I will soon be torn
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| A squabble over prey: who gets the best part out of me
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| To take the needle is a one-way trip without a coming back
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| You take it and you still will see reality’ll make upon you |