| Round and round and round we spin,
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| To weave a wall to hem us in,
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| It won’t be long.
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| It won’t be long.
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| How slow and slow and slow it goes,
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| To mend the tear that always shows.
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| It won’t be long.
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| It won’t be long.
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| It’s hard enough losin'
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| the paper illusion
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| you’ve hidden inside,
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| Without the confusion
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| of findin' you’re usin'
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| the crutch of a lie
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| To shelter your eye when you cry.
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| Round and round and round we spin,
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| To weave a wall to hem you in.
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| It won’t be long.
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| It won’t be long.
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| How slow and slow and slow it goes,
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| To mend the tear that always shows.
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| It won’t be long.
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| It won’t be long.
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| Now you’re movin' too slow
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| and wherever you go there’s another beside.
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| It’s so hard to say no to yourself and it shows
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| that you’re losing inside,
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| When you step on your pride and you cry.
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| Round and round and round we spin,
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| To weave a wall to hem us in.
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| It won’t be long.
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| It won’t be long.
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| How slow and slow and slow it goes,
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| To mend the tear that always shows.
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| It won’t be long.
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| It won’t be long.
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| How the hours will bend
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| through the time that you spend
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| till you turn to your eyes,
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| And you see your best friend
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| looking over the end
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| and you turn to see why,
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| And he looks in your eyes and he cries.
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| Round and round and round we spin,
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| To weave a wall to hem us in,
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| It won’t be long.
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| It won’t be long. |