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A friend of mine is falling apart in the great Northern Hemisphere |
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While the world spins around |
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A friend of mine is coming undone on a floor in a room |
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In a house made of bricks |
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In a room with an organ and a crucifix |
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While the world spins around |
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While the phone rings |
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It's more then the sun going down |
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It's more then the sound of the trees that's breaking her heart |
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Life's not a carnival ride, I thought it was but it's not |
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I thought it was, I thought it was |
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But it's not like a radio song |
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Or a May parade |
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It's more then the smile of hello |
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It's more then the kiss of good-bye |
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It's more then my sorrow and joy |
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Am I the lamb that's asleep in the greenest of verdant fields? |
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Am I the lamb that's asleep in the greenest of verdant fields? |
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With the Lord over there |
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Am I the lamb that He keeps in His sight |
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In the rain and the sun |
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By His blood, by his blood |
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By His body and blood? |
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While the world spins around |
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While the world goes around |
