| Somewhere there’s somebody who looks just like you do
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| Acts just like you, too, feels the same way
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| Somewhere there’s a person in a faraway place
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| With a different name and a face that looks like you
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| Do you think about who it might be?
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| Do you wonder where you are?
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| In a distant foreign country
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| Ridin' around in another car
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| Where the wheels keep on turning and turning and turning and
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| Nothing’s disturbing the way they go around
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| The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning and
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| Nothing’s disturbing the way it goes around
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| All your thoughts are in another head
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| Your dreams are sleepin' in a different bed
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| The force that moves you is a circular breath
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| Of life and death going round and round and round
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| The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning and
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| Nothing’s disturbing the way it goes around
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| The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning and
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| Nothing’s disturbing the way it goes around
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| Maybe you ride a different wave
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| Maybe you catch another ray of the sun
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| That I’ve just begun to feel
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| Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and around again
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| Again
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| And again and again
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| The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning and
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| Nothing’s disturbing the way it goes around
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| The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning and
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| Nothing’s disturbing the way it goes around
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| The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning and
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| Nothing’s disturbing the way it goes around
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| The wheel keeps on turning and turning and turning and
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| Nothing’s disturbing the way it goes around
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| Back and forth and back and forth and back and forth and around again |