Round like a circle in a spiral
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like a wheel within a wheel
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Never ending on beginning
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on an ever spinning reel
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Like a snowball down a mountain
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or a carnival balloon
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Like a carousel that's turning
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running rings around the moon
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Like a clock whose
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hands are sweeping
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past the minutes on its face
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And the world is like an apple
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spinning 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
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follow to a tunnel of its 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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Like the ripples from a pebble
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someone tosses in a stream
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Like a clock whose
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hands are sweeping
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past the minutes on its face
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And the world is like an apple
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spinning 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 in your head
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Why did summer go so quickly
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Was it something that you said
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Lovers walk along a shore
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And leave their footprints
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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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Or the fragment of a 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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you Were 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 on beginning
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on an ever spinning reel
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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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| Dusty Springfield |
