| This all fits - it's all it ever really, really was
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| 'Cause it's the only one
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| Towards that - can you explain?
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| It's just to some extent you linger on and on again
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| And it's the only one
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| Well I can't sit down but it looks like I'm moving again
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| And there we sit - we oughta try
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| I try to minimize, minimize, minimize, oh yeah
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| Get out at night - and if I do
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| I count a thousand smiles that turn around at you
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| 'Cause it's the only one
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| Well I can't sit down, but it looks like I'm moving baby
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| And so it is - I think I know
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| I might have finally, finally quantified, quantified
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| Well it's the only one, oh yeah
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| I give my word - my lips are sealed
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| Do you ever really wonder how I really feel?
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| You're the only one
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| Turning, turning - turning, turning
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| Well I can't sit still but it looks like I'm moving, yeah
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| What is it about you that I feel inside? |
| Well I can't explain
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| What is it about you that I feel inside but I can't explain?
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| Oh, no - honey, it fits
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| Baby, it's all it ever really was
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| Talk, talk, talk, talk - talk, talk, talk, talk
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| Well I can't sit still but you know that I'm moving again
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| It's all it fits - it's all it ever really, really was
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| Could you resist?
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| 'Cause it's the only one
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| Your time has gone - can you explain?
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| It's just to some extent you linger on and on again, on again, on again
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| It's very strange - it's very strange
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| Turning, turning - turning, turning
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| No I can't sit still when you know that I'm moving now
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| What is it about you that I feel inside? |
| Well I can't explain
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| What is it about you that I feel inside but I can't explain? |