| Well I’ve been drawing circles
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| Well circles on the ground
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| I’m feeling kind of funny
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| Like a phony with a frown
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| I want to hit it with a hammer
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| But I think I’m not allowed
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| I guess I do not know
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| I’m seemingly sober
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| I tell my late grandma Bon
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| She died before the party
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| Are we the least get a hand
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| We are shitha shita graupe (???)
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| Yeah she went into the ground
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| I guess she did not know
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| And the feeling goes on and on
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| We all just tag along
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| Exactly as we done before
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| None of us are really sure
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| I’m tired of the circles
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| And the fighting of crowns
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| Could you stop for a second
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| I missed the party we can frown
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| You all seem to be so nervous
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| My grandma would not be proud
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| But you never know
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| And the feeling goes on and on
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| We all just tag along
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| Exactly as we done before
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| None of us are really sure
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| And the feeling goes on and on
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| We all just tag along
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| Exactly as we done before
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| None of us are really sure
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| None of us are really sure |