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    Our love is like a hamster,
    Spinning in a wheel,

    You’re the hamster,
    And I’m the wheel,
    And you’re treading on my heels,
    And I’m not liking’ how this feels,

    It’s a constant cycle,
    We roll from hate to love,
    To insecuries,
    Then right on back to apple trees, me sitting
    Then one of us falls,
    Then we crawl back,
    To each other; once again

    Our love is like a hamster; spinning in a wheel,
    It’s not about what you do,
    It’s just about how you feel,

    If you walk away again; he’ll deal,
    Then come spinning right back,

    On a wheel.
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