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© marmotte
Some entrust their soul to the good god
some entrust their money to the bankers
some give without counting
some count without giving
some rely on fate

some pedal in the semolina
some are waiting for everything to collapse
some seek - some find
those who limp - those who groove
and those who believe in nothing

Like a fish in a jar I'm going in circles
having uncertain certainties

some think they're right
how to get into their game
like a fish in a jar going in circles

there are some who like to own
oh baby you're mine
some invite you into their round
going in circles
like a fish in a jar