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(W. Russell)
Twisting and turning and slowly you're burning up
Laugh at the jester your court is in session now
The glasses are breaking and everyone's leaving you
Up in the tower it's nearing the hour too soon
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What did you expect to find out here
Now that you can't hide behind your fears
What did you expect to find out here
Now that you can't hide behind your tears
The clock's bell is tolling and you're on a roll aren't you
Smiles like daggers, Stilettos that break to the bone
Spinning a roulette of life, passing off at the wheel
For tunes of wisdom and mad men to play with their gold
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