Lost in the streets with columns
Walked til we saw the sun shining on the windows
Arches open perspectives
As the drinks fade away slowly from my mind
I hear the old story
When the lonely hour hits twelve
Going back where I started
As all the circles draw themselves, circles draw themselves
I'm circling on
Finding her was like finding
A pearl in my old pocket
Not sure how she got lost
With every bottle time is endless
I am the wine circling in this glass
On and on
I hear the old story
When the lonely hour hits twelve
Going back where I started
As all the circles draw themselves, circles draw themselves
I'm circling on

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