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In the wheel of turning circles |
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In an orbit of the moon |
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Through a maze of moving pathways |
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There floats a spinning spoon |
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In spite of its existence |
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A test for weary heads |
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A marker for the new man |
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The road ahead |
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Aye ya, ya ya ya ya |
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Aye ya, ya ya ya ya |
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Aye ya, ya ya ya ya |
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Aye ya, ya ya ya ya |
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In the middle of the star swarm |
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An overfill of life There'll be a blinkered star child |
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Balanced on a knife |
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Lost to all the glory |
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Inward looking eyes |
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Extroverted hero |
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Losing paradise |
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In the wheel of turning circles |
|
In an orbit of the moon |
|
Through a maze of moving pathways |
|
There floats a spinning spoon |
|
In spite of its existence |
|
A test for weary heads |
|
A marker for the new man |
|
The road ahead |
|
In the middle of the star swarm |
|
An overfill of life |
|
There'll be a blinkered star child |
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Balanced on a knife |
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Lost to all the glory |
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Inward looking eyes |
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Extroverted hero |
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Losing paradise |
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First and last |
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First and last |
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First and last |
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First and last.... |
