Some people say life's like a merry-go-round
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I think it's more like a ferris wheel
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'Cause sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down
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Sometimes you just don't know what to feel
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And just when you think you've got the game figured out
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And you say you've had enough
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The mysterious mad man with his hand on the lever
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Don't seem to never ever want to let you off
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You can't get off this wheel of karma
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You can't stop the hands of time
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Now I have a friend, I might have a few
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Sometimes I think they just don't care
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But I think sometimes they think the same thing of me, yeah
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You might say we've got a problem there
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You know we all got this habit
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We like to talk too much
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And that always tends to slow you down
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But we never change direction
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We just keep going round and round and round and round
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And let me off this wheel of karma
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Let me stop the hands of time
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Seems like I've been around so many places
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And I must have learned a lot of things
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And although I ain't yet come up with a so-called answer
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At least I think I finally learned how to sing
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And there's just a few things I ain't got sorted out
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Sometimes they make my brain get sore
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Like if kids were left of all devices
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Would they ever come up with a thing like war
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Let us off this wheel of karma
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Let us stop the hands of time
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The Wheel
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| Utopia |
