| A Greyhound who has lots of speed
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| Was surely bound to fail
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| For morning, noon and evening
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| He’d be chasing his own tail
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| He was running around in circles
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| Running around in circles
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| Getting nowhere
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| A squirrel in a treadmill cage
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| Around and round he’d go
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| You’d think he’d be in a rage
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| But seems he didn’t know
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| He was running around in circles
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| Running around in circles
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| Getting nowhere
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| The man who runs a carousel
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| Is often heavy hearted
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| He rides all day, but sad to say
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| He winds up where he started
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| So concentrate and clear your mind
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| Of schemes that never last
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| Or you’ll wake up some day and find
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| Your chances all are past
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| You’ve been running around in circles
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| Running around in circles
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| Getting nowhere
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| Getting nowhere very fast
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| Running around in circles
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| Running around in circles
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| Getting nowhere
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| Running around in circles
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| Running around in circles
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| Getting nowhere
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| The man who runs a carousel
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| Is often heavy hearted
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| He rides all day, but sad to say
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| He winds up where he started
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| So concentrate and clear your mind
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| Of schemes that never last
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| Or you’ll wake up some day and find
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| Your chances all are past
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| You’ve been running around in circles
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| Running around in circles
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| Getting nowhere
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| Getting nowhere very fast |