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Spin Doctors Turn It Upside Down

'll just find you again I wanna roll you Way down in the fields Where you were born I wanna roll you When I'm ragged And forlorn I wanna roll you Way down

a road Where will it take us? It's got seventeen lanes Where will it run? It's an interstate parkway Where will it go? It's a boot print of progress

All the roots in the earth Are speaking to a heart of stone The children can hear it in their bones And in this stone is More than meets the mind The

it slide My clock is keeping time, Maybe your clock don't My clock is keeping time, Me and my good friends wrote Well, turn it upside down, spin your

three blocks from Bergen Street I'm beige and funky, like a rubber band I'm a lapis-eyed devil with my pen in hand It takes flour and chocolate for an

tu, Brute." The senate tried to sympathize It was the cat they should despise Informant told his whereabouts Centurions to seek him out Centurions! There go the centurions. Brutus had to turn

All the roots in the earth Are speaking to a heart of stone. The children can hear it in their bones, And in this stone is More than meets the mind.

I will try to serve with an illustration All the beasts in the woods Bare their fangs and peddle goods Let us take the diagram, examine it in detail

ll never settle down anyhow. You let your heart go too fast. You let your heart go too fast. You ought to know that girl by now. She'll never turn you down