Revolving
Just turn me round.
Wind me up and make me work again.
Take out my heart.
Wind it up and make it beat again.
My battery life is running out.
Tank needs a refill, there's not doubt.
If you open me up, gave me a clean.
You can see just what I mean.
I'll be a wind up doll with no place to be.
A new kind of piece of machinery
Revolving, revolving, revolving over me.
This wind up doll hands behind my back.
Hiding what I'm using for the attack.
Get yourself ready I'm back,
Revolving, revolving, revolving look for me.
Revolving, revolving.
Look for me, towards you.
You wont hear me creeping up on you.
Look, I played dead.
You will see me sneaking me way through.
You wont know I'm under control
Someone else tells me where to go.
Pushing my bons and squeezing my soul.
Following directions I don't know.
I'll be a wind up doll with no place to be.
A new kind of piece of machinery.
Revolving, revolving, revolving over me.
This wind up doll hands behind my back.
Hiding what I'm using for the attack.
Get yourself ready I'm back,
Revolving, revolving, revolving look for me.
Revolving, revolving, look for me.
Oh, Oh, Oh.
I'll be a wind up doll with no place to be.
A new kind of piece of machinery.
Revolving, revolving, revolving over me.
This wind up doll hands behind my back.
Hiding what I'm using for the attack.
Get yourself ready, I'm back.
Revolving, revolving, revolving look for me.
Revolving, revolving, look for me.
Wind me up and make me work again.
Take out my heart.
Wind it up and make it beat again.
My battery life is running out.
Tank needs a refill, there's not doubt.
If you open me up, gave me a clean.
You can see just what I mean.
I'll be a wind up doll with no place to be.
A new kind of piece of machinery
Revolving, revolving, revolving over me.
This wind up doll hands behind my back.
Hiding what I'm using for the attack.
Get yourself ready I'm back,
Revolving, revolving, revolving look for me.
Revolving, revolving.
Look for me, towards you.
You wont hear me creeping up on you.
Look, I played dead.
You will see me sneaking me way through.
You wont know I'm under control
Someone else tells me where to go.
Pushing my bons and squeezing my soul.
Following directions I don't know.
I'll be a wind up doll with no place to be.
A new kind of piece of machinery.
Revolving, revolving, revolving over me.
This wind up doll hands behind my back.
Hiding what I'm using for the attack.
Get yourself ready I'm back,
Revolving, revolving, revolving look for me.
Revolving, revolving, look for me.
Oh, Oh, Oh.
I'll be a wind up doll with no place to be.
A new kind of piece of machinery.
Revolving, revolving, revolving over me.
This wind up doll hands behind my back.
Hiding what I'm using for the attack.
Get yourself ready, I'm back.
Revolving, revolving, revolving look for me.
Revolving, revolving, look for me.
Credits
Writer(s): Jess Morgan, Patrick Byrne
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