| Walk softly, don’t want to disturb the dead
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| Is it an enemy in front of me, or have I been mislead
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| Should I stay of fold, I think I’ll pack my shit and go
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| I’ve always been the wait around type, underground
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| Nothing more than a friend
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| Wear these clothes, walk this way, do exactly what they say
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| It’s your life, but they’re way, follow me it’s all the same
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| Wear these clothes, walk this way, do exactly what they say
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| It’s your life, but they’re way, follow me it’s all the same
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| So count your chips and roll the dice you might find
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| It’s twice as nice, around and around again, get in where you fit in
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| I know it’s quite deceiving when I look but I don’t see me
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| Around and around again, get in where you fit in
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| I think that I might try it find another way to buy it
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| I should just get out of my way, no
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| I guess it ain’t so bad, it was the best time that I never had
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| It’s my move, my say, I think I like it this way
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| Wear these clothes, walk this way, do exactly what they say
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| It’s your life, but they’re way, follow me it’s all the same
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| Wear these clothes, walk this way, do exactly what they say
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| It’s your life, but they’re way, follow me it’s all the same
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| So count your chips and roll the dice you might find
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| It’s twice as nice, around and around again, get in where you fit in
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| I know it’s quite deceiving when I look but I don’t see me
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| Around and around again, get in where you fit in
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| How does it feel to be alone
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| Wear these clothes walk this way do exactly what they say
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| It’s your life, but there way, follow me. |
| It’s all the same
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| Wear these clothes walk this way do exactly what they say
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| Scene Change
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| We Change
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| So count your chips and roll the dice you might find
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| It’s twice as nice, around and around again, get in where you fit in
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| I know it’s quite deceiving when I look but I don’t see me
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| Around and around again, get in where you fit in
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| Cross my heart and hope to die, I’ll make it through this common lie…
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| Your move, their way, can you get in where you…
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| Cross my heart and hope to die, we’ll make it through this common lie …
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| Your move, their way, can you get in where you fit in? |