Trapped
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A game of roulette
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A marble and wheel
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Revolver and steel
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While down on his luck
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A grimacing drunk
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He spins on his axis
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On top of the table
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Espousing his views
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... familiar
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Removed it may come to you
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How your contempt is renewed
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The train of thought running here
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Makes me see all too clear
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How I'm like everyone I can remember I knew
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Trapped
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Supply and demand
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Mathematics and facts
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Computing revealed
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The secret's concealed
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Displaced of its day
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The weight of an age
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A hideous scheme
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Horizons of steel
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Walking on tightropes
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They're lost in my neighborhood
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Long streets I know very well
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Wandering aimlessly, wavering endlessly
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Leaving today for the next town that gets in the way
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Trapped
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By fear in my voice
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I struggle to speak
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I struggle to reach
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That tone in your voice
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The onset of fear
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It spins like the world
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As is everything near
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Just from breathing the air
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Trapped by my point of view
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Locked in a waiting room where we are smothered desire
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Lost in a notebook who's heartstrings sing out to you
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Coming to terms with the slow spiteful passing of years
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Trapped
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| Monks of Doom |
