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Stuck In a Circle

Swingin' Utters

All of my own is here for you, I swear it’s true
Although these consequence, seem to break us into two
It’s not just a fancy thought
I swear it’s the moment of truth
It’s not some final sealed for sent
Sent from far out of the blue

Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
The pain is wishing falling down without a ...
We’re all in a circle, it all comes back to you
We’re all recycled, but together without use

All of my thoughts are yours to keep
It’s all for free

They come with my memories
Good or bad, simple and true
Not trying to get out of this cheaply
Filled up with hope,
Or a false sense of security
But that I’m getting to, oh

Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words
The pain is wishing falling down without a ...
We’re all in a circle, it all comes back to you
We’re all recycled, but together without use

All of my own is here for you, I swear it’s true
Although these consequence, seem to break us into two
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