Choose a horse with painted hooves
Make your mark before you lose
Keep on riding the speed of sound
In the same old merry-go-round
You're like a puppet on a string
On the run to find
Ones you left behind
Can't let go of your déjà vus
Can't afford to fight your pride
Don't want to jump off the carousel
Now that you've paid for the ride
Like an addict with a bag of pills
On the run to find
Ones you left behind
Like a jester caught by the blues
You keep on trying
Shot down from the cloud-land
Trying to smile, but you're hurt inside
Sick and tired of seeing nothing change
On the run to find
Ones you left behind
Like a jester caught by the blues
You keep on trying
Shot down from the cloud-land
Trying to smile, but you're hurt inside
Sick and tired of seeing nothing change
Like a jester caught by the blues
You keep on trying
Shot down from the cloud-land
Trying to smile, but you're hurt inside
Sick and tired of seeing nothing change
Like a jester caught by the blues
You keep on trying
Shot down from the cloud-land
Trying to smile, but you're hurt inside
Sick and tired of seeing nothing change
See nothing
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