| Like a circle in a spiral
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| Like a wheel within a wheel
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| Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning wheel
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| Like a snowball down a mountain
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| Or a carnival balloon
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| Like a carousel thats turning
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| Running rings around the moon
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| Like a clock who’s hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
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| And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
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| Like the circles that you find
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| In the windmills of your mind
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| Like a tunnel that you follow
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| To a tunnel of its own
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| Down a hollow to a cavern
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| Where the sun has never shown
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| Like a door that keeps revolving
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| In a half a garden dream
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| All the rifles from the pebble someone tosses in a stream
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| Like a clock who’s hands are sweeping past the minutes on its face
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| And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
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| Like the circles that you find
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| In the windmills of your mind
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| Keys that jingle in your pockets
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| Words are jumbled in your head
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| Why did summer go so quickly
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| Was it something that I said
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| Love is walking along the shore
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| Leave the footprints in the sand
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| Whats the sound of distant running
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| Just the fingers of your hand
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| Pictures hanging in the hallway
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| In the fragment?
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| I remembered names and faces
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| But to whom do they belong
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| Like the circle that you find in the windmills of your mind |