| I heard you call me, waterwheel
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| Spin 'round, 'round in a circle
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| Gracing my child dreams on fantasy hill
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| Spin 'round, 'round in a circle
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| Flash, paddles sending a spray to the air
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| Lately, my thoughts are still with you there
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| As you spin 'round
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| 'Round in a boyhood daydream, spin 'round
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| My thoughts are drifting to a quieter time
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| Spin 'round, 'round in a circle
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| Green covered slippery water-rocks I used to climb
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| Spin 'round, 'round in a circle
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| Father and child walking down by the canyon
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| Lately, my thoughts are still with them there
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| As they spin 'round
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| 'Round in a boyhood daydream, spin 'round
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| Flash, paddles sending a spray to the air
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| Lately, my thoughts are still with you there
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| As you spin 'round
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| 'Round in a boyhood daydream, spin 'round |