| Ain’t it funny how they’re all Cleopatra
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| When you gaze into their past
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| When you find out about their birth signs
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| You realize there was no need to have asked
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| All the history of a soul in torment
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| Ingrained in a hand or a face
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| Ain’t it funny how they all fire the pistol
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| At the wrong end of the race
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| I am going round and round
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| I am going round and round
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| I am going round and round
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| I am going round
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| Going round and round
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| There’s a man going through your dust bin
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| Only this time he’s looking for food
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| There’s a tear in his eye, you don’t know him
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| Oh but you know what he’s going through
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| Ain’t it funny that you can’t seem to help him
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| Feelin' sick as he staggers away
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| Is it weird that you hate a stranger
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| Can a detail correct your dismay
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| I am going round and round
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| I am going round and round
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| I am going round and round
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| I am going round
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| Going round and round |