| We take the rough the rough with the smooth
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| Until the hammer comes down on the groove
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| We take the thread we tread on the weave
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| But when the play runs over we leave
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| So many changes but just one theme
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| A kaleidoscope for every scene
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| It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
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| It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
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| Oh the dust we get in our eyes
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| We call the six spot out on the die
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| Chasing rainbows out on the fly
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| And at the crossroads we can choose
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| Heads we win or tails we lose
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| Countless ways to make one dream
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| Galaxies in every scene
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| It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
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| The dust we get in our eyes
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| Oh the dust we get in our eyes
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| The carnival the ace of spades
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| The laughing jack and the joker too
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| The veiled fortune teller tells it true
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| The pentangle the bird that flew
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| St catherine’s wheel and the chosen few
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| The mirrored backdrop that reflects for you
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| Endless turns or so it seems
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| A rollercoaster with every scene
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| It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
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| Just the dust we get in our eyes
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| It’s just the dust we get in our eyes
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| From the stars breaking in the skies |