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Round like a circle in a spiral |
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Like a wheel within a wheel |
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Never ending on beginning |
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On an ever-spinning reel |
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Like a snowball down a mountain |
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Or a carnival balloon |
| [00:34.440] |
Like a carousel that's turning |
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Running rings around the moon |
| [00:41.220] |
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping |
| [00:44.470] |
Past the minutes on its face |
| [00:47.770] |
And the world is like an apple |
| [00:51.900] |
Whirling silently in space |
| [00:53.400] |
Like the circles that you find |
| [00:58.020] |
In the windmills of your mind |
| [01:02.240] |
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| [01:10.620] |
Like a tunnel that you follow |
| [01:15.000] |
To a tunnel of its own |
| [01:17.300] |
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| [01:18.430] |
Down a hollow to a cavern |
| [01:20.630] |
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| [01:21.510] |
Where the sun has never shone |
| [01:23.700] |
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| [01:25.750] |
Like a door that keeps revolving |
| [01:29.320] |
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| [01:30.140] |
In a half-forgotten dream |
| [01:31.760] |
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| [01:32.940] |
Or the ripples from a pebble |
| [01:35.070] |
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| [01:36.390] |
Someone tosses in a stream |
| [01:41.830] |
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| [01:42.700] |
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping |
| [01:46.510] |
Past the minutes on its face |
| [01:49.760] |
|
| [01:51.450] |
And the world is like an apple |
| [01:55.080] |
Whirling silently in space |
| [01:57.630] |
|
| [01:58.950] |
Like the circles that you find |
| [02:03.080] |
In the windmills of your mind |
| [02:07.260] |
|
| [02:11.080] |
Keys that jingle in your pocket |
| [02:14.070] |
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| [02:14.690] |
Words that jangle in your head |
| [02:16.760] |
|
| [02:18.700] |
Why did summer go so quickly? |
| [02:23.140] |
Was it something that I said? |
| [02:27.580] |
Lovers walk along a shore |
| [02:29.630] |
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| [02:30.950] |
And leave their footprints in the sand |
| [02:33.200] |
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| [02:35.450] |
Was the sound of distant drumming |
| [02:38.590] |
Just the fingers of your hand? |
| [02:40.470] |
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| [02:42.720] |
Pictures hanging in a hallway |
| [02:46.340] |
Or the fragment of a song |
| [02:48.900] |
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| [02:51.020] |
Half-remembered names and faces |
| [02:54.530] |
But to whom do they belong? |
| [02:57.210] |
|
| [02:59.340] |
When you knew that it was over |
| [03:02.530] |
Were you suddenly aware |
| [03:05.090] |
|
| [03:07.530] |
That the autumn leaves were turning |
| [03:11.210] |
To the color of her hair? |
| [03:14.280] |
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| [03:15.720] |
Like a circle in a spiral |
| [03:18.400] |
Like a wheel within a wheel |
| [03:21.960] |
Never ending or beginning |
| [03:24.650] |
|
| [03:25.780] |
On an ever-spinning reel |
| [03:28.590] |
As the images unwind |
| [03:31.090] |
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| [03:32.780] |
Like the circles that you find |
| [03:35.090] |
|
| [03:36.970] |
In the windmills of your mind |
