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When it spins When it swirls
In a place of pretty faces And if I tried to chase them
I'd never phase them In a place of pretty faces
I'd be a waste Lost and forgotten
Happiness went rotten Dreams may be weaved in sweaters stitched
of cotton And this world ha grown so mad
But the soars will one day scab I am lost in this world
When it spins When it swirls
In a place of pretty faces And if I tried to chase them
I'd never phase them In a place of pretty faces
I'd be a waste
Oooooooooooooooooo I'd be a waste
I am lost in this world When it spins
When it swirls In a place of pretty faces
And if I tried to chase them I'd never phase them
In a place of pretty faces I'd be a waste