Round and round the roundabout, I've figured out what it's about
We do this till the tank runs out, then it's over
Nails lying everywhere, it's up to you to be aware
You drive across them, soon it all will be over
I don't think I'll ever know the way that I'm supposed to go
I'm tempted ever more to just pull over
I can't steer and turn away, the steering only turns one way
And there is no fuel gauge to show me when it's over
I am tired and I am scared and there's no help from those in charge
Its up to you, its up to me, together
I don't think I'll ever know the way that I'm supposed to go
I'm tempted ever more to just pull over
On and on the days they come, its pointless trying to think to run
You breathe until the air is gone, then its over
Artist: Okamoto's
Artist: James Reid
Artist: Rod Taylor
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