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[Verse 1]
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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 car-nival balloon
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Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon
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Like a clock whose 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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[Verse 2]
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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 pebble, someone tosses in a stream
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Like a clock whose hands are sweeping, as 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

[Verse 3]
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Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle 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 a 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 that it was over, in the autumn of goodbyes
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For a moment you could not recall, the colour of his eyes

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[Outro]
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Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
                                               Edim
Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel
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As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
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In the windmills of your - mind