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While you make pretty speeches
I'm being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance

When this just feels like spinning plates
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river
While you make pretty speeches   I'm being cut to shreds   You feed me to the lions   A delicate balance      When this just feels like spinning plates   I'm living in cloud cuckoo land   And this just feels like spinning plates   Our bodies floating down the muddy river