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Well it was just me in my wooden room
But all I could see in it was just my own tomb

How I needed some air, how I needed some care
But it was only me on my chair in my wooden room
(I sang)

I keep spinning around where the first meets the last
I keep singing out loud if this is all that's passed
A joker's son, my coat somewhere 'round town
And never won
But I rest assure that I can endure
The spinning

You did bring the fire to my wooden room
You did bring the flame to enlighten it's gloom
(How I sang)

I keep spinning around where the first meets the last
I keep singing out loud if this is all that's passed
A joker's son, my coat somewhere 'round town
And never won
But I rest assure that I can endure
The spinning

Hold up your flame in my wooden room

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