Hand upon hand
trying to beat the brass
out of the cynic's band
go giving me a ghost of a chance
baby baby do you still like to dance
Shoulders in the press
head in the trap
and even after I
decided I'd be nobody's sap
I stood in the stalls
like anyone at all
and hustled for all the
same scrap
Escape the big circle
might well be another
Work mill
but I'd be
Somewhere else
no debate
and far past the bounds
of the steady state
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