You say the world's an eventful place
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You give me news
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I don't want to know
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You say that I should care
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That I should speak my mind
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Oh, but how can I speak of the world
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Rushing by
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With a lump in my throat
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And tears in my eyes
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Oh, have we come to the point of no turning back
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Or is it still time to get into
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The swing of things
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Let us walk through this windless city
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I'll go on till the winter gets me
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Oh, "sleep..." you wrote "sleep, my dear"
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In a letter somewhere
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Oh, but how can I sleep with your
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voice in my head
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With an ocean between us
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And room in my bed
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Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
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Or is it still time to get into
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The swing of things
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Oh, when she glows in the dark
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And I'm weak by the sight
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Of this breathtaking beauty
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In which I can hide
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Oh, there's a worldful out there
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Of people I fear
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But given time I'll get into
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The swing of things
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Yes, when she glows in the dark and
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I'm struck by the sight
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I know that I'll need this for the rest of my life
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What have I done
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What lies I have told
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I've played games with the ones that
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rescued my soul
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Oh, have I come to the point where I'm losing the grip
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Or is it still time to get into
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The swing of things
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The Swing Of Things
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| A-Ha |
