Day in
Day out
A repetition
A circulation
A circled nation
Spun around
And around
Stumbling dizzily
To the left
Convinced it was right
Convinced we were right
And who's left?
Only those too dizzy to stumble anywhere
Rooted to the spot
Rooted to the thought
That they can wait it out
That the dizziness will pass
Too dizzy to see they're still spinning
Spinning around
And around
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