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round and round
Jonathan Whittington
round and round the chamber goes, playing a sick game of life and death, knowing your fate is unknown... round and round the chamber goes, your life is almost done, soon the show will be over and no curtain call... round and round the chamber goes, thinking that it's just a game, a shot of adrenaline and you might end the pain... round and round the chamber goes, click, you've won, now let's start again, the game has just begun

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