Sooner or later gravity always wins And the clock on the wall runs down The plates you've been spinning break on the floor And the people edge toward the door You got me going You got me going around You got me going around in circles Chasing my tail - spitting into the wind You got me going around Sooner or later Indian summer is gone And everything green turns brown The wind gnaws the tree down to skeleton bones And the sun's just a shiny cold stone Sooner or later We'll be together again And there's no telling where or when
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