If this machine doesn't stop, what will you do if it never goes out
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Never goes out of season
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It never stops as it turns, there ain't no passion, yet it burns
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Introducing my prison
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Losing myself in this place, soon I'm gone without a trace
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Freed with that final incision
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Look my heart it's a bird, it needs to sing and to be heard
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Not this clockwork precision
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And the machine grows idiotic
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Who's gonna be its ingenious critic
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Everybody loves the perfect solution
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To beat the odds against the poorest possible substitution
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What you see is never what you're gonna get
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Everybody's playing revolution roulette
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Leaves you no arguments to trade, you can try the key or you can wait
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But the lock will not open
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So you're left with sanity to lose, cos the machine is a ruse
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Another invention to rule them
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It's like a fistful of snake eyes, a hand grenade with bye byes
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Like a million spent on nothing
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It's kinda like a pick in their lock, when you never went "knock knock, hello, anybody home?
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I'm coming in".
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With a touch of foreboding
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And the machine grows parasitic
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Who's gonna critisize the good critic
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Everybody loves...
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Everybody has the perfect solution
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It's just hard to resist the sweet seduction
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There ain't no trick to winning double what you bet
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Welcome to revolution roulette
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Everybody loves...
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Revolution Roulette
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Poets Of The Fall |