different things make the world turn.
sick things make my stomach churn.
there's something about every moment that lasts.
that makes the world go fast and fast.
something that i said, makes the world spin around.
but nothing, nothing can be found.
what is this? what is that?
something makes the world spin.
something makes the world go round.
it's symptom cannot be found.
is it in our hearts? who knows.
look at what this brilliant circle has to show?
what's it's offer?
what it's shout?
who's it's mother?
was is it about?
why is it here?
something this minute, can make the world go fast.
making each and every minute happening last.
something in the air. something in the smell.
who cast this wonderful spell?
something is making the earth go round.
tho' it's symptom can't and never will be found.
 
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