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A friend of mine is falling apart in the great Northern Hemisphere While the world spins around A friend of mine is coming undone on a floor in a room In a house made of bricks In a room with an organ and a crucifix While the world spins around While the phone rings It's more then the sun going down It's more then the sound of the trees that's breaking her heart Life's not a carnival ride, I thought it was but it's not I thought it was, I thought it was But it's not like a radio song Or a May parade It's more then the smile of hello It's more then the kiss of good-bye It's more then my sorrow and joy Am I the lamb that's asleep in the greenest of verdant fields? Am I the lamb that's asleep in the greenest of verdant fields? With the Lord over there Am I the lamb that He keeps in His sight In the rain and the sun By His blood, by his blood By His body and blood? While the world spins around While the world goes around From Letras Mania