Oliver Moore (guitar, Bass, Vocals, Hammond)
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she's on a holiday
never finds the time
she throws her life away
watching the creeping time pass by
she plays the waiting game
will she know that I've been gone
and through the window pane
I watch the water fall, as she walks away
I see her glance back in pain, and smile
I hear her drive away, in style...and say
I'm watching the world go round, watching the world go round...the world.
I'm watching the world go round, watching the world go round...for a while
He tried to play the game
accidentily fell in love
she never felt the same
and though he knew, he held on tight
she takes her maiden name
and slinks off into the night
and through the falling rain
I take a glance back, and walk away
I see him looking on in pain, and smile
I hear him start to cry, in style..and say
I'm watching the world go round, watching the world go round...the world.
I'm watching the world go round, watching the world go round...for a while
and so your God in heaven writes, of love
well you can take that faith that he speaks of,
and try it on for size, cause time has got a funny little way of making all your God's above, seem like....
Your watching the world go round, watching the world go round...the world.
Your watching the world go round, watching the world go round...for a while
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