| Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like lace
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| Falling in shadows across your face
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| Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmony
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| Shadows now live where light used to be
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| A spinning wheel where our memories were spun
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| Weaving our way through the fabric of time
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| Winding the wheel back to where we had begun
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| Spinning away to when you once were mine
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| Here in my chamber waiting for the dawn
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| I turn away the curtains are drawn
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| Somewhere in time when the night began to fall
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| Just for that moment we had it all
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| A spinning wheel where our memories were spun
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| Weaving our way through the fabric of time
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| Winding the wheel back to where we had begun
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| Spinning away to when you once were mine
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| We choose our path never knowing right or wrong
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| Ribbons get tangled within the storm
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| Just like the widow was weaving her web
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| The spinner’s wheel holds tight to the thread |