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April Smith And The Great Picture Show

around, and round and round You're spinning me right around, baby You're spinning me right around, and round and round You're spinning me right around, baby You're spinning me right round, and

I heard the bells in my head The second I saw you And against my better judgment I began to adore you And I haven't stopped since And I'm gonna make

take what you want and you've taken too much And even that'll never be enough Because I have tried But all your promises left me dead inside And

just that These thousands of miles of arteries Lead to a heart that beats just for you What'll I do? What'll I do? You had every chance to make it right And

and witty And if that's the best of ya, if there and nothing to the rest of ya A pretty face is all you'll ever be to me And I'm staring into those vacant

me Back in the everyday Where we struggle just to stay out of the red Why are we killing ourselves for each other When it feels like we're already dead And

'll dream the most But if I cannot have the real thing I'll gladly settle for your ghost And you can haunt these halls All you want And if I ever leave

you for And now that I see it as it falls from your eyes I just let it drop I know now I realize That it is not mine You are not mine anymore And

've loved you and do still But I wonder when they're through with me I wonder if I will So remember things I've said to you And say them back to me And