The
spinning wheel
It
never goes away
It
takes its turn
Going
up and down
What's
there to say?
So
much has gone
The
wealth of the Nation
Out
in the numbered accounts
The
spinning wheel
The
dripping water falls
The
watery breezes flow
What's
there to say?
The
mind of cold
The
hardened resolved to change
Put
a stop to the spinning wheel
Too
much noises it never feels good
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