| Merry go round but not so merry
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| Very much like a hurricane
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| Instead of looking up you turn your head away
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| Far away, far away and so ashamed
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| So tasteless, odorless, a waste of your time
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| Consumed with, no strength left, a world so unkind
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| But you can talk to me, yes you can talk to me
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| I’ll chase the bad away
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| Embracing the cold with your outstretched fingers
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| Eyes and heart resisting me
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| It’s growing in your veins, you’ve slipped into a maze
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| Back and forth, back and forth so endlessly
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| So tasteless, odorless, a waste of your time
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| Consumed with, no strength left, a world so unkind
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| But you can talk to me, yes you can talk to me
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| I’ll chase the bad away
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| Give it up to me, give it all to me
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| Merry go round but not so merry
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| Very much like a hurricane
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| Instead of looking up you turn your head away
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| Far away, far away and so ashamed
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| So tasteless, odorless, a waste of your time
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| Consumed with, no strength left, a world so unkind
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| But you can talk to me, yes you can talk to me
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| I’ll chase the bad away |