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She's got a terrible affliction |
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That is spinning around like a top |
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But it is a common addiction |
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She follows the rules and can't stop |
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She doesn't care what they're there for |
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She doesn't know what they mean |
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To stray from the norm she does abhor |
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She thinks questioning rules is obscene |
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Spinning around, she is spinning around |
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She is trapped in a terrible course |
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Shallow and broken, miserably unspoken |
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The groove she is in's reinforced |
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One day the rules might kill her |
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She spared not a thought to their source |
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If she dies as a result of her ardor |
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She will feel not a drop of remorse |
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She's got a terrible affliction |
|
That is spinning around like a top |
|
But it is a common addiction |
|
She follows the rules and can't stop |
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Spinning around, she is spinning around |
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She is trapped in a terrible course |
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Shallow and broken, miserably unspoken |
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The groove she is in's reinforced |
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Spinning around, she is spinning around |
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She is trapped in a terrible course |
|
Shallow and broken, miserably unspoken |
|
The groove she is in's reinforced |
|
She's got a terrible affliction |
|
That is spinning around like a top |
|
But it is a common addiction |
|
She follows the rules and can't stop |
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One day the rules might kill her |
|
She spared not a thought to their source |
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If she dies as a result of her ardor |
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She will feel not a drop of remorse |