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The wheel will turn. There is no rhyme or no wrong or no season We are all just living for no reason When the monkey came out of the tree He knew then he'd see me looking so we had a big party All the world lets shake hands and sing a little song and rattle your pans It's easy if you try I've done it before a billion years ago when the dinosaurs roared I look at us now and we're still trying to figure it out so why not beat your chest and give a big shout The worlds a big mess and people are looking more confused wearing earings in their ***** and writing tattoos then one day we'll meet again in the trees with our furry little children and the wheel will turn once again.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
The wheel will turn
The wheel will turn. There is no rhyme or no wrong or no season We are all just living for no reason When the monkey came out of the tree He knew then he'd see me looking so we had a big party All the world lets shake hands and sing a little song and rattle your pans It's easy if you try I've done it before a billion years ago when the dinosaurs roared I look at us now and we're still trying to figure it out so why not beat your chest and give a big shout The worlds a big mess and people are looking more confused wearing earings in their ***** and writing tattoos then one day we'll meet again in the trees with our furry little children and the wheel will turn once again.
The human race is almost run
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 12:52 AM UTC
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