Like a circle in a spiral or
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a wheel within a wheel never ending or
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beginning on an ever spinning reel
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Like a snowball on ountain or a carnival balloon or a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
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Like a clock whose hands are
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sweeping past the minutes on its 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 in the Windmills of Your Mind
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Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel on its own
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Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
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Like a door that keeps revolving in a half forgotten dream
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Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream
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And the world whose hands are
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sweeping past the minutes on its 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 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 somthing that you said?
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Lovers walk along the shore line, leave their footprints in the sand
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Was the sound of distant drumming just the fingers on your hand?
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Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments of a song
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Half remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
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When you knew that it was over in the autumn of goodbyes
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For a moment you could not recall the color of his eyes!
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Like a circle in a spiral or
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a wheel within a wheel never ending or
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beginning on an ever spinning reel
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As the images unwind like the circles that you find In the Windmills of Your Mind
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The Windmills of Your Mind
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Swing Out Sisters |