Can't rely on reality
Things ain't what they appear to be When you visit please don't forget The fragile mess of this nervous wreck Who of you feels he's been here before? Now I've been here twelve times or more
Life's becoming a bit of a bore If the ceiling speaks please don't complain
He might just make me go back, round again Who of you feels he's been here before? Round and round and round again The first million years The second million years
They were the worst They were the worst as well Please don't ask 'cuz I can't explain
Why I keep coming back again
Maybe it's 'cuz when I roll the dice I never get to throw "afterlife" Who of you feels he's been here before? Round and round and round.
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