I forgot my book at the fountain stairs
At a chapter on symmetry, nobody cares
And I had a smoke while I traced the squares
Put my finger to concrete, felt the autumn air
When I look around
I can feel it spinning
Feet on the ground
Head on the ceiling
Sun on my shirt, sweat on my hands
All falling in retrograde, cancel all my plans
And I had to look at the marching band
Skip across the pavement, nobody's there
When I look around
I can feel it spinning
Feet on the ground
Head on the ceiling
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