| There’s more to life than love, with its pull, drawing
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| The path is simple, clear and not worth following
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| Here, waiting for love to arrive, in its tall, dark, handsome frame
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| Still here, will it ever find me?
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| Waiting for my prop to spin, spin, spin, spin
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| Oh hapless sea, too deep for dredging
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| Too young to die
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| Oh hapless sea, too wide for dredging
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| Pinball from shore to shore
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| Weight me with no expectations
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| Load me with no demands
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| Beach me with no limitations
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| Hold out your hand
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| Hold out your hand
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| And I’ll wrap my web around you
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| And never let go
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| I’ll wrap myself around you
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| Hold out your hand
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| Hold out your hand
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| Hold out your hand
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| hold out your hand
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| Hold out your hand- and make me spin, spin, spin, spin
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| Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin |