Bend another link around the form
tell myself I’m getting warm
tell myself I know how I want to feel
tell you this is it, this is real
But the wheel keeps getting larger
and the hill keeps getting taller
and this trend makes my poor chance
of seeing daylight ever smaller
You don’t know what the chain you forge will bind
the future changes everything and there we all are blind
but the work that is at hand is the work I do
I hope someday maybe it will speak to you
But the wheel keeps getting larger
and the hill keeps getting taller
and this trend makes my poor chance
of seeing daylight ever smaller
But the wheel keeps getting larger
and the hill keeps getting taller
and this trend makes my poor chance
of seeing daylight ever smaller
And the wheel keeps getting larger
and the hill keeps getting taller
and this trend makes my poor chance
of seeing daylight ever smaller
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