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Spinning

June 30, 2010
By Anonymous

You spin me right round,
An endless circle,
Of love,
Of uncertainty,
Of cowardice…
You spin me right round,
Till I’m sick of you.
You spin me right round,
Till my heart hit’s the ground,
Till the sound of your voice
Is the only sound.
But like always,
Spinning round and round
Makes my head go soft.
Makes my heart grow cold,
Makes our love harder onto, to hold.



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