| Around and around goes the record
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| Around and around and round it spins
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| I sit alone watching someone I know
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| Drop a dime in in the jukebox and the record keeps spinning
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| As around with her new love she dances
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| Around and around and round and then
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| Somehow I see that the record’s like me
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| And like all her lovers have been
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| Once I was high on her heart tray
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| Love was new she was true for a time
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| But then she grew tired of my loves serenade
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| And she dropped me like somebody drops the jukebox a dime
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| Now around and around goes the record
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| Around and around and round it spins
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| But soon it will be just an old melody
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| That she won’t give a dime for again
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| Once I was high on her heart tray
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| Love was new she was true for a time
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| But then she grew tired of my loves serenade
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| And she dropped me like somebody drops the jukebox a dime
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| Now around and around goes the record
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| Around and around and round it spins
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| But soon it will be just an old melody
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| That she won’t give a dime for again
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| Around and around goes the record
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| Around and around goes the record |