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Thrice
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Circles
We talk too much, we talk in circles Till we're all spinning round reaching for rings on this merry-go-round Scenery spins, we call it progress I've seen this all before When all's said done we wake up on the floor
We set sail with no fixed star in sight We drive by Braille and candle light
We're building towers with no foundation Just stacking stone on stone Whatever it takes, Mix our mortar with bones True progress means matching the world to the vision in our heads We always change the vision instead
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