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(Dr. Richard Peddicord) |
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I know this girl from London |
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She owns a house up on Fitching Row |
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And every night she takes some strange man to her room |
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At the inn |
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Alone. |
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She wears a diamond 'neath the moon |
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We bring her flowers in the afternoon |
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I can't imagine why love has passed her by |
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But she thinks her love is coming |
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Coming soon. |
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And the wheel goes round and round and round and round |
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Yeah, the wheel goes round |
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And it keeps on turning around and round and round |
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Yeah, the wheel just keeps on spinning round. |
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Sometimes she's weary in the night |
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Sometimes her heart is sinking low |
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She's just trying to find someone to call her friend |
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Someone to share the secrets of her soul. |
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And the wheel goes round and round and round and round |
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Yeah, the wheel goes round |
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And it keeps on turning around and round and round |
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Yeah, the wheel just keeps on turning round |
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And it keeps on spinning around and round and round |
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Yeah, the wheel just keeps on spinning round. |
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Ha-I........Hi-Ha-Hi-Hi-I-I.... |
