| Can I come around-round-round-round?
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| Can I come around-round-round-round?
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| Can I come around-round-round-round?
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| Can I come around-round-round-round-round?
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| I’m on the corner picking up pieces of a name
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| Wrestling through all of the things I’m trying to say
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| Can I come around-round-round-round?
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| Can I come around-round-round-round-round?
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| It’s time to call it water, water underneath the bridge
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| I’m trying to let go of all this bitterness
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| I see a man holding his flag too tight
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| Going to battle thinking that God is on his side
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| Can I come around-round-round-round?
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| Can I come around-round-round-round-round?
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| It’s time to call it water, water underneath the bridge
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| I’m trying to let go of all this bitterness
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| It’s taken a while to uncurl my fists
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| I have become what I hate in a strange twist
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| It’s time to call it water, water underneath the bridge
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| I’m trying to let go of all this bitterness
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| It’s time to call it water, water underneath the bridge
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| I’m trying to let go of all this bitterness |