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Well, I'm reelin', but I don't know what I'm reelin' in
And the paper you're reading, it scares you, but you read it anyway
You never know why
You're always calling out
There's always something about what you have done
And the ashes you're spreading, I've asked you not to spread them, but you spread them anyway
And you're walking around the room like you never used to
You never know why
You're always calling out
There's always something about what you have done
What you've already done
Spinning around on the machine that you bought to spin around upon
But the gas that you're putting in it doesn't even burn
You never know why
You're always calling out
There's always something about what you have done
