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Lots of speed but no control |
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Straight down the gutter, straight down the hole |
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Like strangers who know each other very well |
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Just for your or my distraction |
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Cripple any form of human interaction |
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Slowly losing our ability to talk |
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All tuxedoed up |
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Lots of speed but no control |
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A desperate desperado on parole |
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This is your selection of the finest |
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Peel back the foil, the searchlight is on |
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You're diggin' in, all brakes are gone |
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Totally numb, to this obscene violence |
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All tuxedoed up |
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Round & round & round |
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We share and we confess |
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Round & round & round |
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A little deeper in distress |
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All dolled up, let's hit the screen |
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Who's the daddy, who's the king |
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I'm fed up with all this Wi-fi-high-fiving |
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God owns your head the devil has your balls |
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But you're still the one making the calls |
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Selling ally our joy and all your living |
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All tuxedoed up |
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Round & round & round |
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We dare and we profess |
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Round after round after round |
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A little deeper in distress |
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All tuxedoed up |
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Round after round after round |
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We curse and we caress |
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Round after round after round |
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A little deeper in this mess |
