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Musical chairs... Russian Roulette... Who's next? I can feel it. I've got to say something about this. This is metaphorical And those who understand what I mean will know. The chairs change And when the music stops, the chamber spins And when the chamber stops, the hammer comes down And if the chamber is empty, there's another round. But if not, then whatever was loaded will come to be. I'm not scared, but somehow, I feel like the chair is me.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
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Musical chairs... Russian Roulette... Who's next? I can feel it. I've got to say something about this. This is metaphorical And those who understand what I mean will know. The chairs change And when the music stops, the chamber spins And when the chamber stops, the hammer comes down And if the chamber is empty, there's another round. But if not, then whatever was loaded will come to be. I'm not scared, but somehow, I feel like the chair is me.
crystal-wright
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
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