Seconds beat in the temple with a pulse,
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And sweat runs from the forehead,
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And dust from under tired feet,
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Like dust from under the hooves.
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And everyone left a long time ago
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I'm the only one left -
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I have to overtake myself
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After all, everyone puts only on me.
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Running in a circle
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In a circle without end.
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Running in a circle
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And there is nothing to wipe the sweat off your face.
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Running in a circle
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Both in summer and winter...
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Tell me, for God's sake, friend
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What happened to you?
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I didn't know trouble a day ago
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And ran where he wanted
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And he chose the roads himself,
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And he succeeded in running.
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And now I'm locked in a circle,
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Loving your friends:
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Try it, give it a try, friend
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The one who put everything not you!
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Running in a circle
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In a circle without end.
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Running in a circle
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And there is nothing to wipe the sweat off your face.
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Running in a circle
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Both in summer and winter...
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Tell me, for God's sake, friend
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What happened to you?
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I see a marvelous forest on the left,
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And there, beyond the forest, there is a meadow...
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But there are no miracles for me
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And there is a cursed circle.
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And I run faster from evil,
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I run, cursing myself,
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Running like I owe something to those
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Who put everything on me.
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Running in a circle
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In a circle without end.
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Running in a circle
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And there is nothing to wipe the sweat off your face.
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Running in a circle
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Both in summer and winter...
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Tell me, for God's sake, friend
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What happened to you? |