
See this needle... a see my hand
Drop, drop, dropping it down... oh, so gently
Well here it comes... I touch the plane
Turn me up... won't turn you away
Spin, spin... spin the black circle...
Pull it out... a paper sleeve
Oh, my joy... only you deserve conceit
I'm so big... a-my whole world
I'd rather you... rather you... than her
Spin, spin... spin the black circle...
You're so warm... oh, the ritual
When I lay down your crooked arm
Spin, spin... spin the black circle...
(Eddie Vedder)
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