Round and round and round we spin,
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To weave a wall to hem us in,
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It won't be long.
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It won't be long.
|
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How slow and slow and slow it goes,
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To mend the tear that always shows.
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It won't be long.
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It won't be long.
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It's hard enough losin'
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the paper illusion
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you've hidden inside,
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Without the confusion
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of findin' you're usin'
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the crutch of a lie
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To shelter your eye when you cry.
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Round and round and round we spin,
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To weave a wall to hem you in.
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It won't be long.
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It won't be long.
|
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How slow and slow and slow it goes,
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To mend the tear that always shows.
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It won't be long.
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It won't be long.
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Now you're movin' too slow
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and wherever you go
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there's another beside.
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It's so hard to say no
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to yourself and it shows
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that you're losing inside,
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When you step on your pride and you cry.
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Round and round and round we spin,
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To weave a wall to hem us in.
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It won't be long.
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It won't be long.
|
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How slow and slow and slow it goes,
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To mend the tear that always shows.
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It won't be long.
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It won't be long.
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How the hours will bend
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through the time that you spend
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till you turn to your eyes,
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And you see your best friend
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looking over the end
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and you turn to see why,
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And he looks in your eyes and he cries.
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Round and round and round we spin,
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To weave a wall to hem us in,
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It won't be long.
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It won't be long.
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Round And Round And Round
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| Neil Young |
