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Circuital lyrics |
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Spinning out, gracefully |
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Going nowhere, quickly |
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I'm older, day by day |
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But still going back to my childhood way |
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Circuital |
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Round and round patiently |
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Getting lost by the guide |
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And I'm all worked up over nothing |
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Circuits |
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All in and out |
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Connect my body |
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Deep into the ground |
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Circuits |
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Connect the earth to the moon |
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And link our heavenly bodies |
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And not a moment too soon |
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Well you can fling open the windows |
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Or you can board them up |
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Satan's jeweled crown |
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Or Christ's humble cup |
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You think you'll find yourself out there |
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Out in the lion's den |
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In some bloody battle |
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Over belief systems |
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Or disappear into the vacuum |
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Total neutrality |
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Where you can't lose nothing |
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But nothing can be gained |
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Well anyway you cut it |
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We're just spinning around |
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Out on the circuits |
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Over the hallowed grounds |
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Out on the circuits |
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Over the hallowed grounds |
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Ending up in the same place |
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That we started out |
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Right back in the same place |
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Right back in the same place |
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That we starting out |
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Let her know |
