| I keep on falling on my way back to see you
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| And it’s just like autumn
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| You and I. U N I T Y.
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| But things just aint' the same babe
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| Ever since the radio spins me
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| I’m feeling dizzy
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| Say this and repeat
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| There’s earth beneath my feet
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| I’m getting older
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| She’s getting younger see, but me
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| I aint' her father as much as she wants me to be
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| It just makes me dizzy
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| Yo dj, spin me round'
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| I keep on falling on my way
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| I feel just like autumn
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| I’m feeling dizzy
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| You just tell me I’m wasting time
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| I turn around and I wonder why
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| The world keeps spinning me rown and round
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| While it just sits me down,
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| There’s a hole in the ground in a Tinseltown
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| I spin from what I’ve heard.
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| I’m feeling dizzy
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| What you heard, it’s no bird,
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| It just spins me around
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| 33 and a 3rd,
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| All the way down to the neighborhood
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| I just wanna tell ya so its understood?
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| I don’t wanna tell ya that the boy is good
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| Just watch it come around into
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| Your town on the radio dial
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| Make you smile
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| Don’t have to kill yourself to put it around
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| Put me on your wall
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| But I’m falling down
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| And my brains splattered all over the ground
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| Ch, ch cha ch, cha, cha! |