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Sometimes I get to thinking there's a hand upon the dial
Every time I move forward something turns me back around
A warpath worn into a soft white cloud
A dream catcher lying on the roadside shoulder
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The same line comes again I pass through flying
Gotta keep on top of it it's almost night
The gas station hopping and the motel light flicking on
And off again a flare before me
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And it just keeps turning around keeps turning around
Keeps turning around keeps turning
It just keeps turning around keeps turning around
Keeps turning
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Feet back burning in a dark blue sky
The theater curtains and the bar crowd forming
Sweat on the microphone I lean back blind
In a state of unraveling a stolen story
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And oh my god I go around again
There's a heavy wind and the rain keeps coming
Sing it soft so they all lean in
Give them everything give them all you got
It just keeps turning around keeps turning around
Keeps turning around keeps turning
It just keeps turning around keeps turning around
Keeps turning
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Sometimes I get to thinking there's a hand upon the dial
Turn it down let the truth come crashing
If I don't believe it then no one will
So I brace myself till the next town passes