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Walk in lines, they form a circle The destination is where you Have been Your three bells, one's outside To realize, to be alive The point where we begin and die There is no separation My three bells, inside 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round and 'Round and 'round 'Round and 'round 'Round 'Round and 'round 'Round 'Round and 'round 'Round 'Round and 'round 'Round 'Round Fitting flatly, I place myself upon the wall Letras de cancionesHoles appear, and, from them, hooks so I won't fall Outlines form arrows, they stay straight and do not bend They point at numbers Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight When I fall down, all I see Numbers infinitely So I say instead "Goodbye to my head" Goodbye to my head Goodbye to my head Goodbye to my head Goodbye to my head From Letras Mania