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BLUE SUN ROOM FILK
What does he really think?
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You spin me round
Like a weathervane in a high wind
Unable to point true north
Because it doesn’t exist
You make me rudderless
Tossed here and there by the great dark sea
Not reaching port or landlock
Always just out of reach
You fog my mind
Make it hard to think
Hard to plan
Hard to be around you
I wish you weren’t here
But I’m glad you are
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