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Up on a hill
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as the day dissolves
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With my pencil turning moments into life
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One by one, all the stars appear
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As the great winds of the planet spiral in
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Spinning away, like the night sky
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In the million insect storm, the constellations form
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On a hill, under a raven sky
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I have no idea exactly where I've been
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Some kind of change, some kind of spinning away
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With every single line moving further out in time
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Spinning away, like the night sky
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I have no idea exactly where I've been
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And here, or there
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And here, or there
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some kind of spinning away
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And here, or there
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And here, or there
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And here, or there
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And here, or there
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And here, or there
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And here, or there
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Spinning Away
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| Sugar Ray |
