Round, like a circle in a spiral
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Like a wheel within a wheel.
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Never ending or beginning,
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On an ever spinning wheel
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Like a snowball down a mountain
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Or a carnaval balloon
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Like a carousell that's turning
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Running rings around the moon
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
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Past the minutes on it's face
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And the world is like an apple
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Whirling silently in space
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Like the circles that you find
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In the windmills of your mind
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Like a tunnel that you follow
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To a tunnel of it's own
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Down a hollow to a cavern
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Where the sun has never shone
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Like a door that keeps revolving
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In a half forgotten dream
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Or the ripples from a pebble
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Someone tosses in a stream.
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
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Past the minutes on it's face
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And the world is like an apple
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Whirling silently in space
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Like the circles that you find
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In the windmills of your mind
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Keys that jingle in your pocket
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Words that jangle your head
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Why did summer go so quickly
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Was it something that I said
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Lovers walking allong the shore,
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Leave their footprints in the sand
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Was the sound of distant drumming
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Just the fingers of your hand
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Pictures hanging in a hallway
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And a fragment of this song
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Half remembered names and faces
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But to whom do they belong
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When you knew that it was over
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Were you suddenly aware
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That the autumn leaves were turning
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To the color of her hair
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Like a circle in a spiral
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Like a wheel within a wheel
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Never ending or beginning,
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On an ever spinning wheel
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As the images unwind
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Like the circle that you find
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In the windmills of your mind
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Pictures hanging in a hallway
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And the fragment of this song
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Half remembered names and faces
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But to whom do they belong
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When you knew that it was over
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Were you suddenly aware
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That the autumn leaves were turning
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To the color of her hair
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Like a circle in a spiral
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Like a wheel within a wheel
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Never ending or beginning,
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On an ever spinning wheel
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As the images unwind
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Like the circles that you find
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In the windmills of your mind
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The Windmills Of Your Mind
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