| Oh, the wholly earth’s a mural
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| Seen from way up high
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| Abstracted, natural, bas relief
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| Witnessed from the sky
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| Clouds are just a single shadow
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| Drifting, moving on the ground
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| Creating an illusion, as the world goes round
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| Places where the folks inhabit at a geometric grace
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| Circles sprout, sometimes triangle
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| Ooh, with lines in space
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| Water ways and craggy mountains
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| Seemingly reveal the plan
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| Just as if somebody drew it
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| With a great, big, giant hand
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| Life’s a repetition, it’s an action of repeat
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| Act of doing, act of saying
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| Something bitter, something sweet
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| Acts of lif that keeps occurring
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| Ghosts appearing through the sound
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| Waving at us from a distance
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| Just th whole world is round
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| And round, and round, and round…
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| Yes, the whole wide world is round
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| Generations generating, bring the people here en masse
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| Living in a world of everybody’s second class
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| Forming, moving in a circle
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| Ghosts appearing through the sound
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| Waving at us from the distance
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| 'Cause the whole wide world is round
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| And round, and round, and round…
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| Yes, the whole wide world is round
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| People leave the forest, leave our memory behind
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| A truth done, axis written, axis pressed up on our mind
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| Forming, moving in a circle
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| Ghosts appearing through the sound
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| Waving at us from the distance
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| 'Cause the whole wide world is round
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| And round, and round, and round…
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| Yes, the whole wide world is round |