Circles On the Run Songtext
von Andrew Goldring

Circles on the run
Breezes came undone
I laid in the sun
With you on my thumb

Everybody has a way that they pretend
It′s just a story with a middle and an end

Tall green grasses grow
As I let you go
It might be close now
Closer than we know
Little caterpillar

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