| Spinnin' around the world at night
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| Spin around in black and white
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| Spinnin' around until the Sun comes up
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| Strange time to see the light
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| I think I’ve fallen onto silken thread, my head is spinning
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| Suspended in a twilight void that keeps on giving
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| The looping dervish in the lodge is lost within the ringing
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| Far away I can hear the sound of someone out there singin'
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| I’m speeding through the forest, strange echoes of Belarus
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| Where presidents pin badges on disconnected youth
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| What would you be dreaming of? |
| No horse play, no diving
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| Cutting glass with scissors, whilst the great leaders reclining
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| In golden hallways where we spin
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| The faithful will be silent
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| Existing or not?
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| At the same time, spinning
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| Spinnin' around the world at night (Strange times)
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| Spin in and out of sight
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| Spinnin' around until the Sun comes up (I helped you feel good)
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| Strange time to turn it on
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| Spinning around the world at night
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| Spin around in black and white
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| Spinning around until the Sun comes up
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| Strange time, to see the light
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| Battle war of the worlds, surgical glove world, bleach thirsty world
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| I’m twitching in the grimy heat, I think I might be spinning
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| Here we go on degrading, no horse play, no diving
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| Cuttin' glass with scissors, whilst the great leaders
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| Spinnin' around until the Sun comes up
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| Strange time to turn it on
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| Spinnin' around the world at night
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| Spin around in black and white
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| Spinnin' around until the Sun comes up
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| Strange time to see the light
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| Strange time (strange time) to be alive
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| Strange time (strange time) to be alive |