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A circle spinning faster |
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And getting larger all the time |
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A whirlpool spelled disaster |
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For all the people who don't rhyme |
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Him who don't fit through the needle's eye |
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Him who just don't understand |
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Understand, understand, understand |
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A brand new sense of freedom |
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A brand new sense of time |
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Him may go and stand alone now |
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And leave the hate and fear behind |
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All the millions spent for killing |
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Seems the whole world must be dying |
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All the children who go hungry |
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How much food we could be buying |
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Him who don't fit through the needle's eye |
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Him who just don't understand |
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Understand, understand, understand |
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A brand new sense of freedom |
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A brand new sense of time |
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Him may go and stand alone now |
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And the leave the hate and fear behind |
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People wake up every morning |
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And simply push their lives aside |
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They seem to carry all their feelings |
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Crushed and crumbled up inside |
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Inside, inside, inside |
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Him who don't fit through the needle's eye |
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Him who just don't understand |
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So I went to see my father |
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Many questions on my mind |
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But he didn't want to answer me |
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God, the whole world must be blind |
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Him who don't fit through the needle's eye |
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Him may someday go insane |
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Insane, insane, insane |
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Without a brand new sense of freedom |
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A brand new sense of time |
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Him may go and stand alone now |
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And leave the hate and fear behind, yeah, behind |
