| The wheels of fortune
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| Have snapped your fragile thread
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| One night of passion
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| Upset your cultured head
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| But it’s okay, it’s just the fashion
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| You walk the high roads
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| Look down upon yourself
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| Your eyes concealing
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| Your heart cries out for help
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| But it’s okay, it’s just a feeling
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| Someone
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| Somewhere
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| Is taking note how you care
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| Hold on
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| Your cold tradition
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| Surrounds you like a wall
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| Too much to carry
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| Celestial paramour
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| You run down Persecution Alley
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| Your expectations
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| The best you’ve ever had
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| The thought of giving
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| Is that so really bad?
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| That’s just the way, it’s part of living
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| Someone
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| Somewhere
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| Is taking note how you care
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| Someone
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| Somewhere
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| Is taking note how you care
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| Hold on |