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Show me the world in the shape of your looking glass. |
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Beautifully bold when the colors unfold. |
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Yes it's easy to see but its harder to find. |
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And I'm thinking of you and it's clear in my mind. |
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So I turn, turn, turn, I turn back around. |
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I Turn, turn, turn, I turn back around, |
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And I'm eastern bound. |
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Almost let slip all these words at my finger tips. |
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Still unaware of the pen in my hand, |
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But I'm makin my way day by day comin back to you. |
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Here unafraid of the path that I choose. |
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So I turn, turn, turn, I turn back around. |
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I Turn, turn, turn, I turn back around, |
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And I'm eastern bound. |
