| Like a lunatic, frantic
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| The man in the room looks so dramatic
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| With a left shoe on his right foot
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| This spiral traffic feels too traumatic, too traumatic
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| Quiet
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| The man is wandering around
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| Where’s the way out he never found?
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| And inside
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| There’s a ball made of lead
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| It’s rolling and rumbling on parquet
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| Oh how heavy is the ball!
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| It bends his spine to the very ground
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| Neither his nor another
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| Enormous, ludicrous
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| Oh how heavy is his thought!
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| In a half an hour or so
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| It crushed the floor
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| And smashed the man’s toes
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| Oh how heavy is his thought!
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| In a half an hour or so
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| It crushed the floor
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| And smashed the man’s soul
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| (Whirl) through the black hole in the floor
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| (Spin) I begin my whirl
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| (Swirl) I’m a driftwood with no strength
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| (Spin) without soul, with no will
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| Like a feather I travel down (a spiral staircase)
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| One more loop through abyss (where stairs are erased)
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| Like a feather I travel down (a spiral staircase)
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| Falling deeper than it is (all stairs are erased)
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| Through rapids and stones
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| I came like water and like wind I go
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| Through rapids and stones
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| I came like water and like wind I go
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| Spin! |
| Swirl!
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| Whirl! |
| Spin! |
| Swirl!
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| SWIRL!
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| Whirl! |
| Spin! |
| Swirl!
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| Whirl! |
| Spin! |
| Swirl! |