round and round and round and round and round we go
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trying so hard to get a hold of everyone here
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we've got to show how much we love them all
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we squeak with idiot fake surprise
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flap our hands and flutter our eyes
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and lap up all their stupid lies
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we've got to love them all
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and i really don't know why we do it like this
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imitation smiles and how "it's wonderful to be here!"
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i'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll miss
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so round and round and round and round and round we go
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hanging on every shape they throw
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it's strange the way we can't say no
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until we love them all...
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so we laugh at every stupid joke
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and smoke and choke and point and poke
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and gag on countless lines...
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how much we love them all!
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and i really don't know why we do it like this
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imitation smiles and how "it's wonderful to be here!"
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i'm really not sure what we're so scared we'll miss
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maybe it's the sex with the drugs and the fools
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or maybe it's the promise of belief?
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maybe it's the pleasure and the pain of the cruel
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or maybe it's the promise of relief?
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and i know that we've said it so many times before
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"once more and never again"
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but however many times that we've said it before
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once more is never the end...
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Round & Round & Round
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The Cure |