100 lyrics for "To go 'round and 'round and 'round"

Remember cuddles in the kitchen Yeah, to get things off the ground And it was up, up and away That on a day like today when you're all argumentative And you've got the face on Oh, but it's right hard to remember Now then Mardy Bum I see your frown And
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It's a mean old scene When it comes to double crossing time. He will try to make it so you lose. When you think you got good buddies, They will spin around and cheat you blind. Double crossing man is mean, Double crossing man, You'll fill your mind with
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But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit Baby I'm a rich ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with it Guwop! Wiz! Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7 Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope But I'm always handlin' business Way too high don't pick
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Floating upon the quiet hydrogen lakes In this ambrosial merrry-go-round they will gaze Ephemeral life touched by a billion-year-show Separating the poet from the woe A grand oasis in the vastness of gloom Child of dew-spangled cobweb, Mother to the Moon
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Merry, merry, merry go round I don’t want to see you down I don’t want to see you frown Merry go round Bobby and his girl would wake up every summer day This boy and girl had nothing, they were runaways So in love that now all they wanted was pain and so
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In a round of bullets and blood and smoke, I saw the midnight come and I watched her go. I watched her go. I got a razor sharp mind that wants to cut you down. A little place in mind and baby I could let you down. Pony up, we got a ways to go. Set me up
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I go to sleep, sleep And imagine that you're there with me When I look up from my pillow I dream you are there with me Though you are far away I know you'll always be near to me I look around me And feel you are ever so close to me Each tear that flows
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It's a bring your own booze contribution We got beer and good old boys, good old girls Gettin' backwards in a backwoods world Sunday morning we'll have a get-right reunion Oh, but tonight it's on, pass the jar around Get so far gone we come unwound We
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'Nother round, fill 'er up, This is what it's all about, no one can slow us down. Hell can't handle all of us, so get your bottles up. Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out. We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. (Bottoms up) Hammer down, grab
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