Round like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel
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Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
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Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival baloon
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Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
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Like a clock those hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
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And the world is like an apple 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 of 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 peble someone tosses in a stream
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Like a clock those hands...
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Keys that jingle in your pocket words that jingle in your head
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Why did summer go so quickly was it something that you said
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Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand
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Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand
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Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragment 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 what it was over you were suddenly aware
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That the autumn leaves were turning to the color of his hair
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Like a circle in a spiral...
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Like a circle in a spiral like a wheel within a wheel
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Never ending or 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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Windmills Of Your Mind
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| Skeeter Davis |
