| Round and round and round and round and round we go
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| Trying so hard to get a hold of everyone here
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| We’ve got to show how much we love them all
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| We squeak with idiot fake surprise
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| Flap our hands and flutter our eyes
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| And lap up all their stupid lies
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| We’ve got to love them all
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| And I really don’t know why we do it like this
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| Imitation smiles and how «it's wonderful to be here!
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| I’m really not sure what we’re so scared we’ll miss
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| So round and round and round and round and round we go
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| Hanging on every shape they throw
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| It’s strange the way we can’t say no
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| Until we love them all
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| So we laugh at every stupid joke
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| And smoke and choke and point and poke
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| And gag on countless lines
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| How much we love them all!
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| Maybe it’s the sex with the drugs and the fools
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| Or maybe it’s the promise of belief?
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| Maybe it’s the pleasure and the pain of the cruel
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| Or maybe it’s the promise of relief?
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| And I know that we’ve said it so many times before
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| Once more and never again
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| But however many times that we’ve said it before
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| Once more is never the end |