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¶ Spin around, around ¶
¶ And fill in this place ¶
¶ Box that falls from another place ¶
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¶ But exists in the same place we call ours ¶
¶ If you let it go, the mind wanders for hours ¶
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¶ Putting up walls ¶
¶ And squashing all the flowers ¶
¶ Pulling them down only to be devoured ¶
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¶ But this space and time ¶
¶ Is what I call mine ¶
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¶ I exist all in this place ¶
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¶ But this space and time ¶
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Sykes is stolen, this place
Been around, around
And fell in this place
Rocks that fall from another place
But exists in the same space we call ours
If you let it go, the mind wanders for hours
I'm pulling out walls
And squashing all the flowers
I'm pulling them down only to be devoured
But this space and time
Is what I call mine
I exist all in this place
But this space and time
Is what I call mine
But this space and time
Is what I call mine
I exist all in this place
I exist all in this place
Sykes is stolen, this place
But exists in the same space
But this space and time
Is what I call mine
Sykes is stolen, this place
Oh I exist all in this place
Oh I exist all in this place
I exist all in this place