| Sitting in my armchair, thinking again and again and again
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| Going round in a circle — I can’t get out
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| Then I look around, thinking day and night and day
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| Then you look around — there must be some explanation
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| And the tension builds!
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| Take advantage — let nothing be fantasy
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| How do you grow as you stunt your growth?
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| Nothing you say makes sense anymore
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| Then you look around — there must be some explanation
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| And the tension builds!
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| Sitting in my armchair, thinking again and again and again
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| Going round in a circle — I can’t get out
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| Reluctant in my cold sweat, thinking day and night and day
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| Then you look around — there’s nothing left to say
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| And the tension builds! |