Robert Pollard
In A Circle
the grass was flatwe all sat around in a circlethe dirt was moistI moved a finger in a circlewe all sat around in a circleI moved a finger in a circlewe stand in a circlewe move in a circletimed, wounded and bruised like a logical boundhands downin rutine exercise in inconstant reverie in makeshift comfort suitesin nine o'clock meetingspapa's willow still weepyoung hearts are all aflutteron wings of concretejust like the man in the guttercome to the width of our circlestiff-arm your way to the middlewe stand in a circlewe move in a circletimed, wounded and bruised like a logical boundLetras de cancioneshands downin rutine exercise in inconstant reverie in makeshift comfort zonesin nine o'clock meetingswe stand in a circlewe move in a circletimed, wounded and bruised like a logical boundhands downin rutine exercise in inconstant reverie in makeshift comfort suitesin nine o'clock meetingswe stand in a circlewe move in a circletimed, wounded and bruised like a logical boundhands downin rutine exercise in inconstant reverie in makeshift comfort suitesin nine o'clock meetings
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