Jim Croce
Spin, Spin, Spin lyrics
Songwriters: Croce, Jim; Croce, Ingrid
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
The harlequin dances
In a costume of green
Spin around
But under his makeup
His age can't be seen
Spin around
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
You look out on the city
From your penthouse so high
Spin around
But your pedestal's your prison
And so is your high
Spin around
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
Your pills are your conscience
They make everything seem alright
Spin around
Take a white one to go to sleep
Take a red one to stay up all night
To spin around
But where are you spinnin'
When will you know
That life is for livin'
That it isn't a show
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
Spin, spin, spin
Spin away, spin away
Spin, spin, spin
Spin around, spin around
Spin, Spin, Spin lyrics © Time In A Bottle; Croce Publishing
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