Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It wont be long.
It wont be long.
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It wont be long.
It wont be long.
Its hard enough losin
the paper illusion
youve hidden inside,
Without the confusion
of findin youre usin
the crutch of a lie
To shelter your eye when you cry.
Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem you in.
It wont be long.
It wont be long.
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It wont be long.
It wont be long.
Now youre movin too slow
and wherever you go
theres another beside.
Its so hard to say no
to yourself and it shows
that youre losing inside,
When you step on your pride and you cry.
Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in.
It wont be long.
It wont be long.
How slow and slow and slow it goes,
To mend the tear that always shows.
It wont be long.
It wont be long.
How the hours will bend
through the time that you spend
till you turn to your eyes,
And you see your best friend
looking over the end
and you turn to see why,
And he looks in your eyes and he cries.
Round and round and round we spin,
To weave a wall to hem us in,
It wont be long.
It wont be long.
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