Round and round and round again
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Increasing circles, what a fun game!
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We think we're different, we're not the same
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As you and me and she and he
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And we always believed that we're something unique
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Our new little rich friends want us in their clique
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And we'll play, we'll play all of our days away
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There's you scratching my back, me scratching yours
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Rub up the right way, it always ensures
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We'll know the right people, open right doors
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To the land of the famous incredible bores
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And I got no respect for you, you're just a fake
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Gave up your lot for a bite of the cake
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And we'll play, we'll play all of our days away
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How could we feel? We're so unreal
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Stuck at the top of the wheel
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You're the sucker who fell for their spiel
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You're the crawler who fell for their deal
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Your smug little cliches, they get up my nose
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Your hair dyed, your fine clothes, they're all for the pose
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Naked before me, your cover is blown
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Here come the robots, the mindless, the clones
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And you sold up our insides, body and soul
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Do as you're told now, and we'll play our roles
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And we'll play, we'll play all of our days away
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How could we feel? We're so unreal
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Stop at the top of the wheel
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You're the sucker who fell for their spiel
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You're the crawler who fell for their deal
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How could we feel? We're so unreal
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Stop at the top of the wheel
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You're the sucker who fell for their spiel
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You're the crawler who fell for their deal ... [fade out]
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Top of the Wheel
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Hazel O'Connor |