| Watching the spinning of the wheel
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| Reflections of lives so unreal
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| Look at the people running round
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| Searching for something that can’t be found
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| Chasing the shadows on the wall
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| Well don’t be afraid to count them all
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| 'Cos here is where you were meant to be
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| And it’s not so bad if only you’d see
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| But you long, oh, for the good years
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| Don’t cry, for the good years
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| We can laugh over the good years
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| And try to believe in the good years
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| Think of me now before you sleep
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| And look to yourself while you weep
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| Try not to think that you don’t care
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| Why not believe anyone, anywhere
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| But you long, oh, for the good years
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| Don’t cry, for the good years
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| We can laugh over the good years
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| And try to believe in the good years |