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You saw me lost in treading water |
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I looked pathetic and as helpless as a stinger without a bee |
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But underneath my presentation, yeah |
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I knew the walls were coming down |
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And the stones that fell were aiming away from me |
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Hey what would it mean to you |
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To know that it'll come back around again? |
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Hey whatever it means to you |
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Know that everything moves in circles |
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I saw you standing in my headlights blink, blink, blink |
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I thought I'd run you down for the weight you left on me |
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Instead I pushed rewind reversed and drove away |
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And see you disappear in my rearview |
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Brought to me the word reciprocity |
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Hey what would it mean to you |
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(What would it mean to you) |
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To know that it'll come back around again? |
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Hey whatever it means to you |
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(Whatever it means to you) |
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Know that everything moves in circles, yeah |
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Round and round we go |
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We could know it'd end so well |
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We fall on and we fall off |
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Existential carouse spin |
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Hey what would it mean to you |
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(What would it mean to you) |
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To know that it'll come back around again? |
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Hey whatever it means to you |
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(Whatever it means to you) |
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Know that everything moves in circles, yeah |
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Everything moves in circles |
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Round and round and |
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Round and round and |
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Round and round and |
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Round and round and |
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Round |
