| It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| How slow and slow and slow it goes
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| To mend the tear that always shows
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| It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| It’s hard enough losing the paper illusion you’ve hidden inside
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| Without the confusion of finding
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| You’re using the crutch of a lie
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| To shelter your pride when you cry
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| Round, round, round we spin
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| To weave a wall to hem us in It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| How slow and slow and slow it goes
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| To mend the tear that always shows
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| It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| You’re moving too slow wherever you go, there’s another beside
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| It’s so hard to say no to yourself
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| And it shows that you’re losing inside
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| When you step on your pride and you cry
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| Round, round, round we spin
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| To weave a wall to hem us in It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| How slow and slow and slow it goes
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| To mend the tear that always shows
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| It won’t be long
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| How the hours will bend through the time that you spend
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| 'Til you turn to your eyes, and you see your best friend
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| Looking over the end… And you turn to see why
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| And he looks in your eyes and he cries
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| Round, round, round we spin
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| To weave a wall to hem us in It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| How slow and slow and slow it goes
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| To mend the tear that always shows
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| It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long
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| It won’t be long |