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Lyrics: Sting Windmills of Your Mind (Sting)

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    Round, like acircle in a spiral
    Like a wheel within a wheel.
    Never ending or beginning,
    On an ever spinning wheel
    Like a snowball down a mountain
    Or a carnaval balloon
    Like a carousell that's turning
    Running rings around the moon

    Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
    Past the minutes on it's face
    And the world is like an apple
    Whirling silently in space
    Like the circles that you find
    In the windmills of your mind

    Like a tunnel that you follow
    To a tunnel of it's own
    Down a hollow to a cavern
    Where the sun has never shone
    Like a door that keeps revolving
    In a half forgotten dream
    Or the ripples from a pebble
    Someone tosses in a stream.

    Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
    Past the minutes on it's face
    And the world is like an apple
    Whirling silently in space
    Like the circles that you find
    In the windmills of your mind

    Keys that jingle in your pocket
    Words that jangle your head
    Why did summer go so quickly
    Was it something that I said
    Lovers walking allong the shore,
    Leave their footprints in the sand
    Was the sound of distant drumming
    Just the fingers of your hand

    Pictures hanging in a hallway
    And a fragment of this song
    Half remembered names and faces
    But to whom do they belong
    When you knew that it was over
    Were you suddenly aware
    That the autumn leaves were turning
    To the color of her hair

    Like a circle in a spiral
    Like a wheel within a wheel
    Never ending or beginning,
    On an ever spinning wheel
    As the images unwind
    Like the circle that you find
    In the windmills of your mind

    Pictures hanging in a hallway
    And the fragment of this song
    Half remembered names and faces
    But to whom do they belong
    When you knew that it was over
    Were you suddenly aware
    That the autumn leaves were turning
    To the color of her hair

    Like a circle in a spiral
    Like a wheel within a wheel
    Never ending or beginning,
    On an ever spinning wheel
    As the images unwind
    Like the circles that you find
    In the windmills of your mind




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