Never
I’m not part of this world
That you call your own
How does it feel to be?
Tell me, please tell me
Its circling
Round and round
I can’t stop
Asking
“Help? Where is the ending of this madness
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I’m not part of this world
That you call your own
How does it feel to be?
Tell me, please tell me
Its circling
Round and round
I can’t stop
Asking
“Help? Where is the ending of this madness