You turn
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Just to spite me
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You run
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Where I can not see
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You walk
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All over me
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But you won't
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You won't
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You know
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What you'll never be
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You show
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All your pleasantries
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You'd love
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To insight me
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But you won't
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No you won't
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Everytime I hear the sound
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Of footsteps walking up to my door
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I turn around and I don't see your face
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In mine anymore
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The circle is now complete
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The loser admits defeat
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You're taking it by surprise
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No one will realize
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You want
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What you can't posses
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You love
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For me to confess
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You said
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That you were the best
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But you're not
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No you're not
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Turn the spinning wheel
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And tell me I'll do it
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It's nothing at all
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Slipping through my fingers
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Losing grip and I
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Can see that you fall
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The circle is now complete
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The loser admits defeat
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I'm reading between the lines
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And no-one will realize
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The circle is now complete
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The circle is now complete
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The circle
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The circle
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Turn to spin the wheel
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And turn me out to where there's nothing at all
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The Circle
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| Adam Lambert |
