| If this machine doesn’t stop, what will you do if it never goes out
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| Never goes out of season
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| It never stops as it turns, there ain’t no passion, yet it burns
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| Introducing my prison
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| Losing myself in this place, soon I’m gone without a trace
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| Freed with that final incision
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| Look my heart it’s a bird, it needs to sing and to be heard
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| Not this clockwork precision
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| And the machine grows idiotic
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| Who’s gonna be its ingenious critic
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| Everybody loves the perfect solution
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| To beat the odds against the poorest possible substitution
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| What you see is never what you’re gonna get
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| Everybody’s playing revolution roulette
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| Leaves you no arguments to trade, you can try the key or you can wait
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| But the lock will not open
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| So you’re left with sanity to lose, cos the machine is a ruse
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| Another invention to rule them
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| It’s like a fistful of snake eyes, a hand grenade with bye byes
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| Like a million spent on nothing
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| It’s kinda like a pick in their lock, when you never went «knock knock, hello,
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| anybody home? |
| I’m coming in»
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| With a touch of foreboding
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| And the machine grows parasitic
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| Who’s gonna critisize the good critic
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| Everybody loves the perfect solution
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| To beat the odds against the poorest possible substitution
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| What you see is never what you’re gonna get
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| Everybody’s playing revolution roulette
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| Everybody has the perfect solution
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| It’s just hard to resist the sweet seduction
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| There ain’t no trick to winning double what you bet
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| Welcome to revolution roulette
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| Everybody loves the perfect solution
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| To beat the odds against the poorest possible substitution
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| What you see is never what you’re gonna get
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| Everybody’s playing
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| Everybody’s playing
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| Everybody’s playing revolution roulette
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| Revolution roulette |