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While you make pretty speeches
I am being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance
And this just feels like spinning plates
I am living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
I am living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river
