Jim Croce
Jim Croce - Spin, Spin, Spin lyrics
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Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around The harlequin dances In a costume of green Spin around But under his makeup His age can't be seen Spin around But where are you spinnin' When will you know That life is for livin' That it isn't a show Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around You look out on the city From your penthouse so high Spin around But your pedestal's your prison And so is your high Spin around But where are you spinnin' When will you know That life is for livin' That it isn't a show Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around Your pills are your conscience They make everything seem alright Spin around Take a white one to go to sleep Take a red one to stay up all night To spin around But where are you spinnin' When will you know That life is for livin' That it isn't a show Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around Spin, spin, spin Spin away, spin away Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around