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Spin me around on a wagon wheel/ upside down tell me how it feels Here are my lungs watch them collapse cement and bricks and your sinking Faster now spin me faster, around A butter knife to the jaw/ here's my arm eat it Raw off the bone heavens not on my way home (Chorus) All the good boys try to say That they'll wait for Sunday He loves to be alone you love where lights are shown Glitter bright, hot light, sleep tight you wont remember me Unless you wake up, dreaming Your words they carry on through me/ echoing like a story This hearts its so lonely so cut the rope off of the tree Faster now spin me faster around I've got a box full of apologies collecting dust Inside of my soul heavens not on my way home (Chorus) From Letras Mania