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 And Round And Round...
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The Cure |