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The big wheel keeps on turning |
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On a simple line day by day |
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The earth spins on its axis |
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One man struggles while another relaxes |
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There's a hole in my soul like a cavity |
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Seems the world is out to gather just by gravity |
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The wheel keeps turning the sky's rearranging |
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Look my son the weather is changing |
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I'd like to feel that you could be free |
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Look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree |
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Sometime again you'll turn green and the sea turns red |
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My son I said the power of reflection's over my head |
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The big wheel keeps on turning |
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On a simple line day by day |
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The earth spins on its axis |
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One man struggles while another relaxes |
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We sang about the sun and danced among the trees |
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And we listened to the whisper of the city on the breeze |
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Will you cry in the most in a lead-free zone |
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Down within the shadows where the factories drone? |
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On the surface of the wheel they build another town |
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And so the green come tumbling down |
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Yes close your eyes and hold me tight |
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And I'll show you sunset sometime again |
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The big wheel keeps on turning |
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On a simple line day by day |
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The earth spins on its axis |
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One man struggles while another relaxes |
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As a child solemn pray my hope hides in disguise |
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While satellites and cameras watch from the skies |
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An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea |
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It washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me |
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And all the king's men |
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Cannot put it back again |
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But the ghetto sun will nurture life |
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And mend my soul sometime again |
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For the big wheel keeps on turning |
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On a simple line day by day |
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The earth spins on its axis |
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One man struggles while another relaxes |
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For the big wheel keeps on turning |
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On a simple line day by day |
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The earth spins on its axis |
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One man struggles while another relaxes |
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For the big wheel keeps on turning |
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On a simple line day by day |
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The earth spins on its axis |
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One man struggles while another relaxes |
