While you make pretty speeches,
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions,
a delicate balance
And this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
My body is floating down the muddy river
Like Spinning Plates
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