In a wooden boat in the shipping lane, with the freighters towering over me, I can see the jets flying overhead,

and lines across the darkening sky.

And when the sun is going down, I can take a taxi into town or the raider at the restaurant.

That's a table just for one. We'll keep on spinning round, spinning round, spinning round, spinning round.

Wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round and round.

So I hired a plane to take me to a place so far away from you.

Eventually we began to see that we could be completely free.

And I could get away from you, and you could get away from me, and we could live each separately in our cities in the sun

wheels keep on spinning round spinning round spinning round spinning round

wheels keep on spinning round, spinning round, and round.

Bout to ta-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dha.

In a seedy karaoke bar on the banks of the mighty Bosporus, there's a Japanese man in a business suit.

Singing smoke gets in your eyes.

And the muscular cyborg German dudes

dance with sexy French Canadians

while the overweight Americans

or other patriotic jumpsuits.

Oh, you say you are not in love with me.

Oh, you say you are not in love with me.

Oh, you say you are not in love with me.

All right.

How's everybody doing?

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