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Remember watching children play, ring around the roses |
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Tiny electrons circling in neutral ground |
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So much gravity, in gravity |
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Boys in bars, they stir their drinks, clockwise while the ladies dance |
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Bodies and thoughts constantly in motion |
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Oh, what a time to think of mom |
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Counting train cars |
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This is a place called paradise |
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Make the fist that holds the paintbrush |
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Take your open hand and roll the dice |
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The trains will pass and the pups will rush |
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Walk outside, stare down the sky, stars are fixed and so am I |
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Grand illusions constantly in motion |
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Oh what a time for gravity |
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Counting train cars |
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Another day in paradise |
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Counting train cars |
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Another day of gravity |
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Counting train cars |
