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Rolling rolling, rolling rolling, rolling rolling, rolling rolling, I tumble along Rolling rolling, rolling rolling, rolling rolling, rolling rolling, I tumble along I’ll keep on tumbling, rolling rolling, until the slope comes to an end Searching for my body, I roll and roll Tumbling along, wherever it may take me Round and round, round and round, the landscape spins round and round Round and round, the sky spins I’m getting stained, going round and round, like a scribble I’m turning red—brown—black The slope is full of dirty round things They gather in great numbers, and they tumble with a rumble, inside a dream of the deepest depth of hell They keep on gathering, and they fall down with a rumble. Just another day where it’s fillеd with me under the floor Now, I wondеr if I’ll find that body from that day, that moment in time— This body that came along with me I can’t find it, so rolling rolling, rolling rolling, I still must keep on rolling rolling, tumbling along This time, for the next part, I’m searching for my head, rolling rolling They gather in great numbers, and they tumble with a rumble, inside a dream of the deepest depth of hell I’m searching for my head. I’m searching for my body, too. But I’m nowhere to be found They gather in great numbers, and they tumble with a rumble, inside a dream of the deepest depth of hell I’ve lost my head. I’ve lost my body, too. Everyone is getting along nicely at the bottomless bottom I wonder if I’ll find it. I’m just a round thing like everyone else after all And forever we’ll remain the same, so I can never find it anywhere (Alt. Title(s): Rolling Rolling, Tumbling Along)
Rolling rolling, rolling rolling, rolling rolling, rolling rolling, I tumble along
I’ll keep on tumbling, rolling rolling, until the slope comes to an end
Searching for my body, I roll and roll
Tumbling along, wherever it may take me
Round and round, round and round, the landscape spins round and round
Round and round, the sky spins
I’m getting stained, going round and round, like a scribble
I’m turning red—brown—black
The slope is full of dirty round things
They gather in great numbers, and they tumble with a rumble, inside a dream of the deepest depth of hell
They keep on gathering, and they fall down with a rumble. Just another day where it’s fillеd with me under the floor
Now, I wondеr if I’ll find that body from that day, that moment in time—
This body that came along with me
I can’t find it, so rolling rolling, rolling rolling, I still must keep on rolling rolling, tumbling along
This time, for the next part, I’m searching for my head, rolling rolling
I’m searching for my head. I’m searching for my body, too. But I’m nowhere to be found
I’ve lost my head. I’ve lost my body, too. Everyone is getting along nicely at the bottomless bottom
I wonder if I’ll find it. I’m just a round thing like everyone else after all
And forever we’ll remain the same, so I can never find it anywhere
(Alt. Title(s): Rolling Rolling, Tumbling Along)
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