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Poets Of The Fall Revolution Roulette

’s ingenious critic? Everybody loves the perfect solution, To beat the odds Against the poorest possible substitution. What you see is never what you’re gonna get… Everybody’s playing Revolution Roulette

In these days of manmade wonders we still bicker over flies When you come seeking for forgiveness, I'll be forced to choose my side If I deny you what

Yeah, decency, she done, left our home On her roller skates, so I guess, she's pretty far gone Left me with my greed to answer for my own For how could

This my toothpaste moment Oh I'll need to flash a smile I'll be the super-absorbent-man Watch them flock to me in single file And I'll need to do it

To shed my skin, shed my skin I think I'm gonna start my own religion Seems to be the recipe for a new sensation Think it's gonna make a trendy revolution

heard The weight of loneliness stands on your feet The cage already there around the bird So why don't we join the masquerade Before it all falls apart

its ingenious critic Everybody loves the perfect solution To beat the odds against the poorest possible substitution What you see is never what you're gonna get Everybody's playing revolution roulette

Looking at the road that rises up ahead I thought I'd learned a thing or two But this is where it's all made new N' I gotta throw my hands up I can't

She can see about four satellites every minute of the hour And find a four leaf clover where you never saw a flower She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel