This water-wheel keeps turning round
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I must have told it a thousands times
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There is no point in turning round
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I'm on my own
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Water-wheel.
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This water-wheel who laughs at me
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And seems to say scornfully
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She's never coming back again
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She's gone away
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Water-wheel.
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INSTRUMENTAL
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But water-wheel you know we were
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Kind to you and I was kind to her
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But still you turn and laugh at me
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Why don't you stop
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Water-wheel, water-wheel
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Water-wheel, water-wheel . . .
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Waterwheel
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| Clifford T. Ward |
